Thursday, August 23, 2012


When it broke you
and you splintered

you turned into words

your story
solid, honest, profound
rang in all of us, reverberating

i fell into silence, more than once

your poetry was tears
your melody cloaked in blood
each line a scar
each word the worth of gold

even responses to them sprang from the body.

So now i pick up a pen
and this--

some, like us, write

few, like you, just are.

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