Low Lit November

I come free of balance and feel only raw metaphors

I know you’re scared to try

I know-

I know.

 

But learn to

Explore life

Break form

Sculpt mess

Draw wild

Smear dead paint on glass

And demand passion from grace

 

Live, write, and sense art

Let it breathe you in

Inflate you in tangled mess

 

and allow yourself to accept that life is crazy

that life makes you cry

that life will forget

that life can wear you out

but that life cares

that life is wonderful

that you are too

This poem is about: 
Our world

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