Hiding in plain sight
Running far from free
A poet by your right
A lonely absentee

Pretending to be someone
Others think you are
Knowing there is only one
Who knows you best by far

Although it’s only writing
Still, Validation craved
Eventually Your journaling
Will have to leave the page

Please lay aside your hatred
Let go of all your strife
Return unto your keyboard
The doorway of your life

So many stories still untold
And others go unfinished
Poetry like songs of old
Beauty’s chords diminished

Writing is our Solace
For both of us it’s true
Return, sweet poet, to this place
For others miss you too