I am more than a thinker, i am a Poet.

A poet expresses himself through words; he does not harm others.
His heart stirs his mind, and thus he could write for hours.
A poet feels lonely most of the time, and then his greatness rises.
He recreates the world, adds more color, and fills it with surprises.

But there are times when a poet cannot resist his own mind.
His thoughts take over, and his weary eyes grow blind.
Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape harsh reality,
Fear, anger, and loneliness drain his vitality.

A poet is led not by knowledge, but by his rare soul,
And in times of conflict, he loses all control.
It is hard for us to understand what a poet longs to express,
Because he speaks from the heart, not from the mind’s distress.

Every poem holds a story, and every story another to tell.
Believe it or not, you are a poet too; you have a soul as well.
Let your poetic self give you hope, and let wonder make you curious.
Take off your mask, open up, and do not be afraid of feeling.