Poem: I Write

I Write

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
grief.

A public mourning of a private resurrection,
it sweeps from an airy perch through the hallowed halls of academia and exits, leaving no trace.

But this

I write.

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