meraki
it was like clay:
a keyboard.
molded everything she wanted to say.
when she was bored
had a desire to record
needed a sword
or a place to explore
poems were that medium.
a vase in which feelings could pour
crafted as vessels
to hold the pain when heartstrings tore
a place for her heart to nestle.
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