I am a poem

I am a poem

My words cut

My words soothe

My beauty is relative

My cold heart is open

My imperfection is a gift

My life is disharmony

My journey has no end

I am a poem

2 thoughts on “I am a poem

  1. Aren’t we all?
    Distrusting of intuition,
    of instinct,
    of the innate sense of inertia
    induced indignantly
    by interrogatory
    interest.
    A poem will have no answers,
    only questions?

    Thank you for sharing, I look forward to your future works.

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