the light of poetry

Poetry is the whisper in the crowd
And the scream of the heart
It speaks the greatest wisdom
It is that which cannot be heard
By the angry and the bitter
First there has to be some movement
Some degree of surrender
Then the subtleties of the whisper
May be heard
Poetry is heart to heart
It cannot be understood
By an over inflated ego
There has to be some wound
For the light of poetry
To get in
And shine.