Poetry Speaking

I wrote this two years ago near the beginning of the public sharing of my poetry. It still speaks to me. Happy Poetry Month.

sometimesihatemycat

Look at me

Read my words

Fold me up

Place me

In your back pocket

Or your shirt

Closer

To your vital organs

Or crumple me

Throw me

In the trash bin

Either way

I will still be here

Giving you words

Of (dis)comfort, strength

Waiting for you

To notice

Something valuable

To you

From me

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~ by April on April 23, 2014.

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