I don't know
What it is
About putting
These little words
In this order
Short lines
Quick returns
Colorful phrases
Dirty lines
That are able to
Reach us
Deep down
Where we can
Actually hear
Them.
Today I realized
That my migraines
Have been staved off
For just about the same
Amount of days
I've been
Writing poetry
Every day,
So what
Does that
Say?
When the woman
Who fought
Tooth and nail
With us over
Her brilliance
Beauty and
Worthiness
Finally heard
The poem
I wrote
For her,
Her defenses
Dropped like
Hot rocks
Without the fight
And fuss
That was there
But moments
Before.
How does
Poetic form
Change how
We hear
The same things
Said just moments
Ago?
Is this poetry
Love in motion?
Is it God's language
To our hearts?
How does it heal
Us?
Because it surely
Does.
I don't have
Answers
To these questions,
Just poetic
Lines
And verse.
In the end
Does it matter?
Or are the results
All that matter?
She stopped cutting
Herself.
She lives one more
Day,
With reading one
More poem.
He feels honored,
When a moment
Ago,
He felt like
No one noticed.
Writing it
Heals me.
Reading heals
You.
Sharing it touches
Them.
Together we are
Made whole.
