Hardship, Pen tip

All the greatest writers kick and scream.
Hazy, dark images start to focus
Their quiet suffering is now howling in
Capital letters.

They faced the dark and poetry turned 
The light switch 
And we watched in silence,
Changing from the violent beating of words

The pain, like lopsided calligraphy 
The scars, they now smile at
Their poetry is loved
Why? 

Because only your deepest feelings 
Is where the deepest 
Writing is from
Sometimes you learn the hard way