War For Poets


I go to war
Behind the keys of a message board
Crack my knuckles
Stretch my fingers
I am prepared 
My hands click letters
At a rapid fire pace
I write out the words
Carved into my heart strings 
I write not only for myself
But for those who can't find the words
For the people I know
Want their story heard
Though in this way I am selfish
Because I want their story heard too
I write not for 'freedom'
But for a simple return of humanity 
I go to war 
Behind the keys of a message board 
Prepared to fight
And instead finding an army at my side 


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