The Novice Poet

I speak the words,

I tell the tale.

I write these words,

to no avail.

Are these words,

worth anything,

Do these words,

authentic ring,

I remain,

in fearful doubt,

till someone shouts,

those words out loud.

I feel those words,

which you write,

They resonate,

my pain and plight.

They comfort me,

in warm embrace,

They cry with me,

in silent space.

Do not cease,

your scribblings fair,

With poetry,

you show you care.