nothing about me is beautiful, really
but poetry makes me feel like perhaps
my soul is
and nothing about sickness is gentle, really
but poetry makes the blows ache a little less
and nothing about my past is linear
but poetry lines it up into neat armadic stanzas
and nothing about this life is poetic
but poetry helps me make sense of the mess.
i am so grateful for my words
for others’ words
for the words we will change the world with someday.
sometimes i feel as if we already are
and then i feel beautiful, really
and sickness feels gentle, almost
and my past is my word bank
and this life is a never ending muse.
i don’t know where i would be without poetry
more than that, i don’t know who i would be.
so here is to the writers who are spinning spears out of language
and making people feel again.
poetry made me feel again,
and god knows i needed that.
welcome to my essence.
welcome to my poems.