Member Rara Avis
I'd call this an h2s, but it's more an h2r (head to recorder).
-poetry, she heals me-
Poetry, she bathes me,
Washes me clean in words and wonder.
Poetry, she calms me
When my voice is angry thunder.
Poetry, she holds me
When I feel the most broken and alone.
Poetry, she loves me
Even when all I keep hitting is bone.
The meat of my words, chewed away by time,
Leaving a shining femur.
Blood vessels disconnected.
Poetry makes it alive and run again.
Poetry, she lives
In books, on the screen, on the page, in my mind.
Poetry, she sings to me
When I'm the most blind.
Poetry, she hurts me
But only enough to help me find my way.
Poetry, please help me now.
I forget how to pray.