poetry that cuts & burns

   
I hang on to paper    
& empty words    
by themselves they lie flat    
   
it's the soul & intent    
behind the scenes    
that give them true grit & power    
   
I want to wield mine    
like a switchblade    
spit my blood onto the page    
make them come alive    
mixed with raw courage    
& true emotions    
   
I tremble on the inside    
as these thoughts bubble    
to the surface    
do you know how afraid I really am?    
   
yes the cunt who pisses rage    
is shaken to the core    
unsure of my ability to conquer
my personal daemons     
   
I wear my verses    
as I do my war wounds    
open to the air    
so they can breathe    
lest they fester in the dark    
   
may my words become cruel    
& slap me around    
when confronted with my own truth    
let them slash & burn  
If I fail to make them a reality    
   
   
   
   
   
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