What I Do Just Pours Out Of Me
I must always vow to write from my heart.
I think I've accomplished that so far.
To write from the heart is the truth of one's soul.
I may be new at this,
I've never been educated in this privileged art.
I'm not in this for the approval of others.
What I do just pours out of me.
I must speak my own 'voice' to self-validate my own experience.
Trust my inner intuition of working magic with words.
But when a poet conducts such words that touches the souls of others,
how can one help but to internalize a poet's expression?
I must take caution, not become tangled in another's words,
so that my own 'voice' becomes suppressed,
for fear it no longer would be a valid one.
I must never insult another messenger of poetry,
no matter how loud or soft their 'voice' may be.
For their words too, are meant to be valid.
Someone once told me that writing is 'too disciplined'.
To me, there is no wrong or right way.
It's just being human,
And we all have our own journey to share.
But then I was told to write from my heart,
and my 'voice' will speak louder.
And because of those words, what I do just pours out of me.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008