"Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light."
~ Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Original: Internal Crises Set to Poetry (2013)




Internal Crises Set to Poetry

There’s something therapeutic
About touching the unknowable
Inside yourself
And giving it a name,
Inviting it to warm its hands
By your heart
Instead of pretending
You can’t hear it
Whispering other! at you
As it clouds your identity
Like a cataract.

No – bleed it like ink
Onto a page made
To receive your stranger.
Let it be more than a silhouette;
Transpose it to words
You can fold into origami sparrows
And give them breath
On which to fly.

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