It is plain to me

that I pay a price

To see

things that others cannot conceive

and that price is the “Poet’s Curse”

to feel….. to touch…..to acknowledge…,to embrace

to get inside of hearts that have been closed for years

to feel the pain of the losses of others and to suffer with them

to understand

tears….guarded smiles……half laugh/half disdain

eyes that pierce……words that entangle…..words that heal and words that dismantle

I have seen your dreams

heard your screams and felt your tears on my cheek

my reward from carrying part of that load

is to see into your soul

Poets live many lives and are in a constant struggle to determine which life is theirs and which ones they have absorbed

the “Poet’s Curse”

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