Today I will be,
That hidden one,
The artist’s child;
The poet in me will shine
The bright light of day
Upon my world.
I can allow my
Own freewill,
To free that spirit
dwelling within.
The poet, I call for you
to charge my imaginings.
My steps I will not count,
and the summer breeze
will blow away the grind of life,
to free my mind from responsibilities,
and find wings to fly.
Now I see myself
within these words,
with the added spice
of creative thought.
Free to be
Upon the page
Of light a real delight.
Will you join me?
Then we will make this day
a paradise, in a way
to really be,
alive.
Spirit child,
break from routine
and allow the poem
within, to be seen
by more than,
your own mind,
caged and gradually dying.
Freedom expressed
in the true spirit form
of truly being human.
Be a Poet on Wattpad,
that virtual creative sea.
Just be brave,
a real hero,
within reality.
Stand up
in a coffee shop
and speak eloquently,
All those penned words.
Or leave your treasures
Anonymously as a tip,
upon the napkin.
Now your words have escaped
And are seen, and shared.
Then those scribbled thoughts
will really turn into true-life poems.
Instead of caged ,
decaying
words,
just there
as sediment
dying.
