To write a poem

To probe the lexicon

To open oneself

for all to evaluate

Can be a taxing task indeed

So much of your world

So much of your spirit

So much of your soul

Represented and reflected

through the assiduous choice of word

I believe I can see when a poet exhausts

Everything they have

Everything they are

Everything they were

into a work they deem worthy

I cannot relate to such a person

I truly hope that they are well

For the words I choose are like the water

splashed out by a child

from a midsummer's day pool

I have pity for the writer

that empties their essence into a work

for I have found this to be a truth

To pour out your heart into a work of words

leaves little for those you love