The Poet Inside

Hypnotized by Leonard’s voice, embraced like darkness by the deep melodic tones, my heart swells, raw and vulnerable to the grieving of a life unlived, the journeys unexplored, the paths unchartered, nestled in the cocoon of fear, life held in my trembling hand.

Overcome with pain of the stories untold, adventures aborted in the uterus of time.

Fear, it has been my whole life, this I can no longer deny, wipe my tearing eyes.

Pain, I’ve avoided so long, till I merged with this song, now my apathy gone.

Sitting in stillness I will my impressions to open, to move into the world.

Hanging in darkness with cobwebs strung round, my head spins lies to avoid the grave, my identity saved, but what compromise made, to live on this stage.

So I can’t carry on, put an end to this song, this life lived is all wrong, it’s time to go, find all I’ve denied, through the fear I can no longer hide, to touch lilies and birds, open flowers with words, I have become.

The poet, the writer, the artist, the fighter, shall all find their place.  For that’s who I am, but I submit to demands, and hold this life in my trembling hand.

The singer, the lover, the poet, the juggler, been trapped within me.  I free them to wander this earth like an army of potentials laying dormant in me.

And I, am no longer afraid, to lead this parade, lay down my false face, and step into the wasteland of pain, where everything begins.

And I, would like to make clear, there is room for you here, with me, my love, my all, together we meet.

And still, through the window of life, shuttered always inside, the light burning our eyes.

So, we leave ourselves, to forge into the well, bottomless, still, sharp rocks in distress, cleaning ourselves, in the darkness of rest.

I will, bring the poet to life, he’s been buried to long, Leonard, I thank you for this song.