As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?

I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.

So here I remain, a witness, a voice,
Between silence and sound, I make my choice.
To speak for the hearts hidden in night,
To craft with love, to bring forth light.