Feelings Sacred

I don’t write for you,

I write for me

 

To dream each dream,

in darkness freed

 

All gifts unwrapped,

my table set

 

My voice as spoken,

no regrets

 

I don’t speak for you,

I speak for me

 

The trails I’ve bloodied,

scars decree

 

Each moment purchased,

verses loaned

 

My feelings sacred

—words my own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

 

 

 

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