03-13-2017, 12:25 PM
Every time I came back
to read this I got teary-eyed.
It was one of those poems. Effective.
I thought I could be tough,
fight with spinning fists
create strong resistance
stand alone against an army
ward off
the climbing into my noodle
with all those twirling chopsticks,
but I was wrong. this sort
is why I came back to poetry
even if I can never write again
I can still read, fill in the spaces
of emptiness
The last line, the clincher.
you precious, beautiful, soul
that made me feel
past the fear
the pain
and this shattering.
thank you Todd
to read this I got teary-eyed.
It was one of those poems. Effective.
I thought I could be tough,
fight with spinning fists
create strong resistance
stand alone against an army
ward off
the climbing into my noodle
with all those twirling chopsticks,
but I was wrong. this sort
is why I came back to poetry
even if I can never write again
I can still read, fill in the spaces
of emptiness
The last line, the clincher.
you precious, beautiful, soul
that made me feel
past the fear
the pain
and this shattering.
thank you Todd
there's always a better reason to love