The Path of a Poet’s Soul

The Path of a Poet’s Soul

I walked that path, with questions in the breeze,

And the soil whispered secrets, with such ease.

A poet’s heart, torn between light and shade,

In every line, a battle, a choice is made.

Darkness or love, which path do I tread?

The question mark lingers, filling my head.

In the dance of words, I find my way,

Between fear and love, I’ll never sway.

And as I write, the ink flows deep,

In every line, my soul I keep.

For the poet’s journey, it’s ever long,

In questions and answers, I find my song.

Each word I bleed becomes my prayer,

A whisper caught in the autumn air.

My thoughts unravel, raw and true,

Between the old, I find the new.

I chase the ghosts of who I’ve been,

Through pages worn, through worlds within.

Each stanza mirrors what I feel,

A wound that words may never heal.

I write of love, and fear replies,

Of tender hearts and hollow lies.

The ink runs red, it stains my hands,

It marks the truth no one understands.

In every tear, a verse is born,

From silent nights to breaking dawn.

The poet writes what others hide,

A restless ache he keeps inside.

And when I’m gone, these lines will stay,

To whisper dreams of yesterday.

They’ll speak of hope, of nights I cried,

Of every joy that would not hide.

My words may fade, my breath may cease,

Yet still they’ll wander, seeking peace.

For every poem carves its toll,

Upon the path of a poet’s soul.