Say: writing

MaySunset

Take your pen,
light it like a cigarette,
brace it between your fingertips
say: Writing is proof
I am not alone, proof
I am not standing outside so many closed doors
for nothing
proof even my voice is a torch
sometimes, hope chimes on the porch
sometimes, even wind smells like home.

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2 Responses to Say: writing

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    Sometimes hope DOES chime on the porch. I swear it does.

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