Poems have always been
Life blood
Giving an inarticulate child
A guide to wield words
As a shield and sword
Poems are my passion
Pouring outward
So not to burst open
From internal swirling
Beautiful poems flow from you
Touching where they should not
Scraping away scar tissue
Exposing my precious heart
Oh how much i’ve longed
To be seen and felt
To unplug my passions
Unleashed and wild
Touch my bruised soul with yours and all will be well
Beautiful thoughts, Susan.