Bleed For Me Poetry
I have so much to say
So let these words bleed blood that I am unwilling
Only a few represented
Some unseen
I may write and hide it from myself
Spirals of poetry clog my shelf
Negative pockets filled with things like bleach and shattered glass
Filled with ants and times my psyche was a mess
Positive pockets thankfully more prolific
Dancing under summer skies
Entangled in friendship
Words work for me
They cut
And they sew
Destroying and
Healing
Poetry is something I must always do