Poetry Writes Us!
we dont write poetry...
poetry writes us,
the very fibre of our beings,
the flesh of our actions.
falling, broken, and vulnerable,
human mistakes and failings,
colored by love's passion;
the needing, wanting, striving
to touch and be touched,
to hold and be held,
to dance free of our bonds....
brothers and sisters to the wind.
woven together by suffering,
crying out for the light,
alive, and naked....
the song, and the pulse!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Added by Poetry Lover
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