Daily Archives: April 17, 2017

This is not a poem

This is not a poem.

I want to write poems
for you, but I am

broken in body,
overwhelmed in mind,
and in pain, in pain,

in pain that distracts,
jerks my attention
like plucking at strings
of a small pain harp,

little gasps and cries,
each one shattering
the thought before it.

It is hard to write
on anything else,
so I bite my tongue
and wait. I want to

write a poem for you.
I do. A love poem,
a fear poem, a note?

Just wait. I promise,
I will keep trying,

I will. I promise.