Words of the Heart

Just a thought that I had for a while

I can stare at a beautiful scene all day long

And write about it like a song

Yet my mind can’t seem to put two words together today

Why is poetry so deep, beautiful and true?

Only when it’s trials in life we go through?

That only then it seems like there’s something poetic to say?

 

Is it because the heart can only hold

So much love, happiness, and pain that can’t be told

Or expressed to another person, a loved one in any other way?

Can this be the only language the heart knows

To write what it feels, in the form of a prose

Because certain reactions can bring about…dismay?

 

Words of love, to the poet may have been a trail of lonesome tears

Words of courage and bravery stem from the poets own fears

These are words of the heart

Words of tragedy, happiness and pain

Are the feelings to another one can’t fully explain

Yet it’s these feelings from which we can’t simply depart.

 

Because they are the strings

Pulling on the heart that brings

An intimately beautiful collection of words to start

Showing up on paper

In ink that does not taper

A set of deep words that are more than just a work of art.