When Poetry Calls
I can’t remember
The last time
I lived in Poetry like this,
The last time
I let Truth
Strip me so naked I couldn’t run,
The last time
I let Presence
Sink me so deep into loneliness.
I can’t remember
The last time
I let Inspiration cradle and rock me like a baby,
The last time
I faced Pain threatening to rot me
And said, “Shhh, come change the world.”
~ Alyssa Noelle Coelho
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