At Home
By Diana Arco
Knock, knock…
The poet
Is always at home.
“Where?” – I ask -.
“Right in the heart
Shining out
From the soul.”
– I’ve heard. –
So, here it is
Where a poem,
Any poem at all,
Comes alive
To breath into
Our world.
Sensitive touch,
Truthful emotion,
Every single moment
It’s an opportunity
Close to the path
That it was chosen
In full acknowledgment.
One day,
One night
At its right time
For it flows,
Naturally and gracefully,
The gift awaken
That won’t sleep anymore.
Free expression
To the inspirational approach.
Never let go,
Never ignore,
Never deny.
“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”