I Write Poetry

Sometimes I write poetry

Congested with words

I set my pen to paper and cough them up

Like so many dreams

That glisten in the light but belong in the trash

Sometimes I feel like a rock

Immovable 

Impassable 

Impossible 

So solid that change literally has to break me to happen

Other times I’m a cloud

Blown this way and that by passions

Fascinations

Fanaticism

Mostly, I just want to stop the hurt

Mine

Hers

Hold her hand

And breathe it out of her like an inhaler

Touch her belly

Give my body

My back

To little hearts that beat like galloping ponies 

Or flapping wings

Or nothing

Because the beat is gone

Every angle of me is soft and worn

Round and sculpted

With groves made from tears and rain

Let me be your anchor 

Let’s lock eyes and deny fear another victim 

From screams to grunts

Take back control 

Teach me what I forget daily

I am a rock and a cloud

I am a shoulder and a hand and a back

Remind me with your strength and your love and your pain

That I am a poet

That I am

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