Reflections Of The Self

As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words, Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge. What is this craft, this calling to write? Is it light for others or my own plight? I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear, Yet each word I write is a weight I wear. To live, to serve, to break free from norm, A poet's life—a perpetual storm. So here I remain, a witness, a voice, Between silence and sound, I make my choice. To speak for the hearts hidden in night, To craft with love, to bring forth light. © Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com