Feelings Sacred

I don’t write for you,

I write for me

To dream each dream,

in darkness freed

All gifts unwrapped,

my table set

My voice as spoken,

no regrets

I don’t speak for you,

I speak for me

The trails I’ve bloodied,

scars decree

Each moment purchased,

verses loaned

My feelings sacred

—words my own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)