A Poet's Heart

I live to write, and write to live,
my soul within does yearn;
yet many fail to understand,
the passion and the burn.

To write emotions honestly,
remorse, distress, desire;
such ramblings of a poet's heart,
that stem from burning fire.

Say what you will, call me insane,
or call me quite absurd;
I listen not, for they don't know
the power of the word.

No one can truly comprehend,
the essence of my drive;
the urgency to pen sweet words,
in order to survive.

I write to live, and live to write,
each word, necessity;
to fuel this flame, my inner core,
hungers for poetry.
 
Copyright Kristina M. Hooper, 7/18/10
 

 
 

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