Maybe poets feel we are the black sheep that stay far away from the flocks.
Oddly looking- not on the same page- seeing things that no one else sees!
However unpopular, but always seeking the truth.
The truth that is hidden behind the veils of projections, superficial smiles, and mass dogma that most accept without thought or question.
Poets walk the road lonely and desolate yet the feeling we’ve all felt and tucked away for no one to see, however shameful to discuss still exists. Facing it. Giving it a voice. Warrants our quest.
Our job as poets is to expose those feelings and bring it to the foreground. However painful the process, it’s still there, often overlooked. Looking ahead and looking behind it is still a part of us and always will be!
Words morph into feelings and the depth of those feeling become our world.
As a poet, and a misfit of society, I’ll always speak the truth knowing few will accept. Deep in my heart I know that many will relate nevertheless.
