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When Poetry Calls

I can’t remember
The last time
I lived in Poetry like this,

The last time
I let Truth
Strip me so naked I couldn’t run,

The last time
I let Presence
Sink me so deep into loneliness.

I can’t remember
The last time
I let Inspiration cradle and rock me like a baby,

The last time
I faced Pain threatening to rot me
And said, “Shhh, come change the world.”

 

~ Alyssa Noelle Coelho

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