Poems are… (#28 Na/GloPoWriMo)


How do I know what a poem should be?

Poems are secrets opened with
Careful, surgeon’s fingers,
Revealing the beating heart beneath.

Poems point a finger at me,
And at you,
Truths peeling back our armor.

Poems slips knives between
Our ribs,
Sharp with life-threatening pain.

Poems are prescriptions,
Lenses opening our eyes,
World suddenly new.


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