The Words Choose You

You never choose to be a poet

The words somehow choose you

Sometimes you can't escape it

If it's what you're meant to do

A poet is always filled with pain

When they feel the need to write

They search for words all night long

'Til they finally get it right

For a poem is like an unfinished task

A never-ending need

A journey that always needs to grow

From inspiration's seed

For a poem is like a long lost friend

That always brings you peace

A burden you've buried so deep inside

You write to find release

But you never choose to be a poet

The words just fall in place

It's either a curse you can't turn away

Or a gift that you must embrace

Reviews

[Debbie_Philly]

Oh Whisk I love this piece.... its so very true and YES you just have to release. Sometimes I have a bit of block ( although I know some that say there's no such thing..lol) But I think its when there's so many words in my head ... this is really a great piece and very inspiring !! :)

[The White Wolf]

So true, my friend. Poetry does seem to choose you, not the other way around. I very much liked the last stanza. It sums it up so perfectly.