be a poet

Being a poet,

Has to bring good,

On to the plate of rest.

We get to vent out,

with mere words,

And with it,

We find a truce.

As we blot,

All the feels,

That we feel;

Erupt out.

And with a lot of ink.

Let out,

takes us to the joy world.

The calm mind, and body,

helps to write the best.

Scour self to a world,

Like never ever.

So, I say,

Be a poet,

Write what gets to you.

And the best thing,

Is that you get to touch,

The soft part of every soul!