Jan 22

as poets

as poets we are afraid
afraid of the things lurking in our brains
in the streets
behind the curtains

similes on top of
metaphors on top of
hyperboles
anything to make sense of the world that surrounds us
anything to aid in an explanation
the comparisons flow like rivers from the tips of our pencils

our troubled hearts we pull out from deep inside of us
beautifully jumbled brains help scatter sentences
to love
to express
to provide art

as poets we tell our truths and the truths of those who cannot speak
stories of joy
of sorrows and triumphs
stories of heartache
of empowerment and rage

every line, each word, a shimmering piece of our soul we have left out for the world to see