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this poet
in this i do not need to teach you
for i wish not to speak in overconfidence
for when you received, you were Taught
but i feel for my purpose
i am needed in a hidden place of the heart
for it is there where you have learned and are learning
where you seek after the heart of God on your own
but within it lies profoundly more to let out
at times in our flesh, it is hard to pull out
for it is a wall built to contain our pouring out of longings
a poet speaks in truth
in the ways which no other can convey
their heart is of tenderness
their words without delay
i wish only to give you truth
that i am pulling from your core
softly, carefully removing flesh
surging from your pores
it is only released by God's hand
whose power holds the sea
He put the love within your heart
so that in all of Him you see
a poet speaks in love
their lips drip of eternal time
that lieth not here in your silence,
but in the engagement of the mind
where remembrance of love flowers
conquer your very heart
it was there all along within you
as the poet played their part
and they are only just a mold
God made to help the wordless weak
to show them love in the form of unmasked feelings
when for themselves they can't speak
a poet speaks in hope
when your desires seems to fade
they bring you light when you have placed
yourself back in the shade
for when the darkness falls
i wish i could bring you ease
but He Himself is the only one
who can bring you back to peace
His light is what I bring
when i speak in overtones
so you may think in deepness
and the Spirit can interpret the groans
this poet speaks in sorrow
and silence is the only thing they've known
and God holds them together
while words are uniquely sown
their body may feel weak
after thoughts get done in haze
but hopes someone can listen
in the weakness of their days
and from it find comfort
to fall back and hear the wind
which speaks on this paper
a fresh breath of relief within
and all this i say
i wish to only grow
in what God has made me into
not be the molder of my dough
though sometimes i can place
where i think He wants me to be
but i find comfort in my Author
who wrote His love on me
and i write His love to others
though...in silence this poet lies their head
and wishes one time
another like mind
who finds)silence(
would speak poetry back to them..
