THE CLOSET MYSTIC

you don’t

write poetry:

you go and soak yourself in the elements,

and then let them write through you.

you don’t 

write poetry:

you go and soak yourself up

in as much love and hatred 

in as much medicine and poison

as possible

and then bleed them onto paper.

you don’t write poetry,

you don’t move souls,

you don’t inspire,

you don’t make 

anyone 

feel.

you first

are moved;

you first

are inspired;

you first

feel 

with all that you are;

and then, 

you lay yourself

bare

on paper.

you don’t write poetry.