Offers lines from its unconscious wealth

When a novice writes an early poem
The surprise is not the cuteness of the  rhyme.
But is a moment when a deeper self
Offers lines from its unconscious wealth

Later when re-reading, I’m amazed
That I myself was channel for such  grace.
It may happen  but I  never know
Unless I write and travel with the flow.

To get to know the depths of our own mind
May  enlighten us to when we ‘re  most unkind.
Inside the heart, a bitterness may blind
Yet pain  may hint  we must the heart unchain.

So writing  opens both the soul and mind
Shows we’re one as we’re all humankind