Analysis of The Poet

Just because l've written a few poems; doesn't mean that I'm a poet.

A poet is someone who sees things that others don't see;

who feels things that others don't feel.

They see love in the darkness, and darkness in love.

They feel moonlight in the daytime, and sunlight in the night.

Their soul emits emotions that just can't be contained,

so they spill out of the recesses of their very being onto the pages in front of them,

for all to see,

and few to understand.

A poet is a lonely whisper in a deafening roar of humanity,

trying to make them hear;

trying to make them understand!

Speaking, not mouth to ear, but heart to heart to heart.

Longing. Singing! Crying. Smiling? Sighing.

That's what a poet is.  That’s, what a poet is.

Now that I think about it…

maybe I am a poet after all.