‘You are a poet’ he said, ‘How does that feel? ’ <br /> <br />Like nothing on earth, I think, like I am bleeding words <br />It calms my system, but fires my imagination <br /> <br />It loses me in worlds of far reaching desperation <br />But sends me joyous, flying through the stars <br /> <br />It is as painful as losing someone close <br />Or as happy as welcoming a new born son <br /> <br />How I strain for that finished word or meaning <br />Then rejoice in gaining a simple rhyme <br /> <br />It is like opening my fractured heart for all to see <br />Yet it feels so good to share the depth of pain <br /> <br />It is all consuming and it bares my tortured soul <br />While bringing peace and happiness at my lowest ebb <br /> <br />It is like being sad or happy and not knowing which it is <br />It is my whole life but has no part in my existence <br /> <br />Nothing can beat the feeling of a dam bursting flow of words <br />But who can know the frustration of a blank page or line <br /> <br />Being a poet is a punishment and a reward for life’s many paths <br />And how does it feel? Above everything else? Free and alive!<br /><br />SPC Kellaway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-a-poet/
