Your Not A Poet, Until...... Poem by Rebecca Lyle

You're Not a Poet, Until- - -

You're not a poet until you make me cry
sometimes make me want to die.
Your words just lay on a page
sometimes they enrage
with your lack of ability to see.

Does poetry course through your veins
like the blood that Our Lord shed?
Do you care too much about
everything and everyone, except one?
Is suffering a way of life?

Have you walked through Hell;
felt the flames liicking your flesh?
When someone you love leaves
do you just not cry;
part of your soul dies.

Poets are broken people,
never to be repaired.
Their souls are shredded
their hearts weep.
Sometimes their writing is very deep.

Does poetry torture you?
Does it pound in your head;
could you stand on the cliff
staring into the abyss;
saying, one step, the pain would end.

But, instead you pick up your pen,
pour all your suffering into words.
If you can answer yes
then, broken as you are
with all the invisible scars.

Yes, you are a poet.

Rebecca Lyle 10/10/16 ©
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