I am a poet,
I read between the lines,
Even the lines written in your eyes.
I look into your eyes,
In your eyes, I behold your soul.
I search through your spirit even when your lips are silent.
I can hear the loud noise of your silence,
I can hear the battles going on inside.
From your freezing silence, your heart speaks to me,
And I receive the message in a silent clear voice
Because I’m a poet.
I am a poet,
Not the regular bird you see in the sky,
I flap my wings like the eagles.
From miles away, I can see every action.
I weigh the hidden moves on your face.
Trust me, I know the lion and the wolves.
Lest I judge a book by its cover,
My words are the balm,
The balm in Gilead that heals scars.
My words make whole the broken,
Because I was born a poet
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