Accidental Poet

Shhh, Listen

I’m told I have the gift to write

And who am I to argue, maybe their right

To them, thankyou I must say

And also to angels within at work and play

To write, I must listen

Of words in my heart surely written

Sometimes I’ll finish prose started months ago

Or from start to finish, just an hour or so

But it’s my belief we all have this gift

Hidden in your heart, waiting on your viewpoint to shift

To express that which inspires you

The miracle of love and heartache too

As a young boy

I longed for not the usual toy

But for words to share

Like lyrical thoughts aloft in the air

So now I must write

No matter the hour, sometimes till very late at night

I’ll write it all down

Full of adjectives, verbs and nouns

It’s all there waiting on poetic birth

Your feelings and all their beautiful worth

The shy voice inside

Given faith, it will overcome the urge to hide

If you allow yourself to listen

To your heart of all you otherwise would be missin’

I beg of you to try

Express what’s in your heart and why

The writing bug will let you know if you’ve been bitten

Shhh, listen

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