How brave a poet
A snap shot of emotion, now that’s a poem!
Of feelings felt and what once was known
A secret peak through his life’s looking glass
In swirls of joy or……. Mustard gas
Some poems so dark they make you choke
Some make us giggle as though a joke
But all serve one purpose dark or light
Those inner realms they do ignite
They take us back to times of past
And things that once we hoped would last
Or show us hope for things to come
Before our time on earth is done
The poets job is not is not to teach
But to guide you to the thoughts, you, reach
In showing soul, renouncing fear
He lets you know how he got here
He lets you view him, naked, bare
All vulnerabilities, there to share
Now this is courage, never seen
On cinema or TV screen
What a view through a poets kaleidoscope
To see his darkest dreams and thoughts of hope
How brave a poet who dares to show?
His secret thoughts no one should know
How brave a poet who dares to tell?
Of his inner turmoil or private hell
Oh…. How brave a poet, who dare to speak?
To let strangers know he once was weak
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and Writer 14/01/13