I write because I need to
Some folk go to church ’cause they need completion.
I know I’ll not find god behind stained glass
nor in the written word.
Whoever penned it
I write to tell myself things are okay
I write to tell other people I am okay.
No, I write because I am okay.
A bleak muse chides
Embalming my story in a poem means it is a private
A public mourning of a private resurrection,
it sweeps from an airy perch through the hallowed halls of academia and exits, leaving no trace.