A POET'S TRUTH
The words we write so often serve a need
For those who ever feel compelled to read.
They snip a line or two from this and that,
Then tuck it safely underneath their hat.
When life perhaps becomes a bit unkind,
Our poets' words may soothe their troubled mind.
It's not for us to know, when truth we write,
Which lines will coax some soul to see the light.
A gentle nudge will usually suffice
To melt a frigid heart as cold as ice.
But if you feel it takes a little more,
Then make your truth like claps of thunder roar.
The poet who holds back in timid fear
Will never write the words that others hear.
Copyright © 1996 Ruth Gillis