"Write out loud!"

He said.

"But, how?"

I asked,

A million thoughts

running through my head!

 

Of complicated structure,

rhymes that I thought

could fracture,

my fragile human skull.

 

" It doesn't matter.

Just write."

He said.

"Only you, know the things

that are in your head."

 

"But what about the heart?"

I asked.

"Just spill the emotion

from the heart,"

he said,

"but don't forget to use your head."

 

" You'll find a place

where you can start,

whether it's from the mind

or from the heart.

You'll know."

He said.

 

And maybe, if you're good

you'll be remembered

when you're dead."