There is something about poets

There is something about poets,

With the way they weave their words,

They make failures sound like fortunes,

And spell pain like it's a boon,

They turn sorrow into sonnets,

And heartbreak into rhyme,

Taking moments lost in shadows,

And freezing them in time.

They find beauty in the broken,

And music in despair,

Crafting worlds from whispered dreams,

And secrets laid bare.

For poets paint with silence,

With stardust and with scars,

Breathing life into the darkness,

And reaching souls afar.