A Poet lives

What is a Poet but a vessel for emotions? Both a participant and observer making of his muse the ocean. A Poet revisits his past and manifests his future, assimilates his reality and prepares for his wounds to suture. A Poet is a vast collection of feelings, is the one who knows that his expressions have no ceilings. The line between the Is and the What-ifs, the one who stares but never jumps from the cliff. Poets may be haunted by bad remembrances, but they don’t hold grudges despite all those chances. They transform chaos into peace, having the power to do so with every release. What is a Poet but a collection of regrets? A self-thought algorithm that learns from his mistakes. A genuine soul dedicated to reflection, one who deeply values every moment of affection. But a Poet does not always hold on to pain, he celebrates every happy memory grain. A Poet has the power to boost them all, like filling with beautiful blue roses one big hall. A Poet is lots of verses put together as a person, is both the lyrics and the melodies of his creations. A Poet moves through universes as he pleases, because with every visit he knows his experiences increases. A Poet is that being that does not avoid but feels, is someone who stares, is someone who grieves. A Poet has bigs dreams, just like big fears. A Poet laughs, but he also screams. Poets know that words may come any time, so they are always ready to empty their minds. Poets do so every now and then, because they need to make room for more feelings to land. What is a Word but the truth or a dare. What is a Verse but a force to repair. What is a Poem but the sun and the rain. What is a Poet but the beauty and the pain. A Poet is, a Poet feels. A Poet breathes, a Poet lives.