The Wilderness of Poetry

In the wilderness of poetry

I’m wondering if you can envision what I ascertain?

We are so different

I search for the truth and beauty

in the darkest of human holes

black space envelopes me

I grasp for inclusion

The birthing of a spark ignites a light

only the energy of a soul shares

I am a soul, wild, free, alone

creating a moment

of belongingness

A dangerous place this wilderness

Untamed, vulnerable, holy

Will you even see me with closed eyes?

Will my sacred courage stand


My breath like a slow fog expels

I smell the pines in the forest

standing firm, grounded, wild

free, alone

I belong here

My pen is my voice

like the smell of the pines

it cry’s out to be noticed

Fragrant words seducing you closer

vowels lighting the narrow path

to the beauty within my wilderness

I see you!

I listen and look with a painful heart

anticipating true belonging.

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Jake the poet

I am that I am, a way shower, a light, leader of many who follow, a poet and a person who just cares about the plight of humanity.

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