Poetic Portrait

I was hidden

In a well

Cavernous

Feelings to tell

With your vessel

You draw it out

Reaching to its depths

Splashing it about

Lapping over edges

Filled up to its brim

Spilling of its contents

The chosen ones of them

I am poetry

Instrument of pen

Sifting soul’s deep waters

Silt and sediment

I will be faithful

Like few others are

Expressing joy and sorrow

My ear upon your heart

Sitting there, inside you

Silent and with patience

Reflecting ’maginations

Prompting you with questions

Until you are

There, upon a page

Sketches of your soul

Mistakes you can erase

Softening the edges

Filling shadow’s secrets

Exposed in naked form

Your self poetic portrait