The Poet

There was a poet, who didn't know it,
with a passion that burned inside.
Once word was out, there was talk about,
a poem in which the poet had lied.

Dead silence. Heart pounding fear.
The words had lost their flow.
The dream vanished to a distant memory.
The poetry died long ago.

Hate. Anger. Humiliation.
No longer could the poet hide.
For the open wounds needed healing,
that only poetry could provide.

Forgive. Don't live in shame,
don't let your spirit die.
For when you are gone, your words will live on,
and help another soul come alive.