The Quiet Poet

By Janae Smyth

I don’t know your full story yet

But I know some parts are dark as the oceans depth

Is it too much to say I hope you never retire

A passion for love depicted in your words I admire

The way you show up like light glimmering on the surface inspires

Silent and humble waiting just beneath the surface

Came from the cold dark depths yet carry tenderness in your versus

Light erupts when the tip of your pen meets the papers

Wishing you would come up and meet with the sun

You show up the same way colours refract when the day is done

You’re the shimmering light beneath the crashing waves

Open eyes dimmering sight many lost souls to save

You’re the calming current in the chaos

Sharing compassion and cheer despite the loss

Wondering when you’ll jump in the boat and set sail

Your words are ones that carry us through no avail

But you’re stuck in the water

Drowning in the thought of

Voice distorted surfacing as bubbles

Unable to see your anchor is stuck on rubble

But you don’t realise the strength of your hand

And no I don’t mean in the punches you threw in the name of things you stand

I mean in the way it brings a soft landing like sand

The grounding it radiates when it puts pen to paper

Should hail a warning for anyone listening it’ll shake ya

You fail to see your anchor is made of self doubt

The water tension is the anxiety blocking your route

You’re not just the current beneath the surface

You’re the wind that gives the sails a purpose

So I hope one day you face it

Your words are powerful hit like a comet

Yet there you stay as the quiet poet

By Janae Smyth