Two Minds of a Poet

Two Minds of a Poet

There are two minds in every poet’s head,

One lives in shadows, where darkness is bred.

It whispers of sorrow, of pain and despair,

Of nights cold and empty, of burdens to bear.

The other is gentle, with love in its song,

It paints the world bright, where hearts belong.

It speaks of the sunrise, of laughter and grace,

Of warm tender moments, a kind, soft embrace.

Together they hover, like doves in the air,

One dark as the night, one pure and fair.

Over a quill and a book open wide,

They spill their truths, side by side.

For a poet is both, the shadow, the light,

A writer of daydreams, a voice in the night.

And through their words, the world can see,

The two minds that shape their poetry.