A Poetess's Work

She is always writing as if the words run
Through her vital veins that have dripped
Like blood on paper with a small piece of
Her heart and they walk right into the sun.
They take a strong hold and have gripped
Everything from essential organs to love.

They are able to bring tears to one’s eyes.
And everyone around her wonders who she
Is. She is a magical poetess with her paper
And a pen, like a warrior who always tries
To tear down every wall. I want to try to be
Like her, completely fearless and a shaper

Of the words that are finding a way home.
A home that creates a meaningful melody.
A safe space for many feelings, emotions,
And ideas. And no matter how far I roam
I still come back to a crystal clear clarity
Of all the words on the horizon. Oceans

Will not keep me from my first and true
Love of poetry in my bones. It separates
Me from someone else who also writes.
Because it is essential as a heartbeat you,
Her and I need to survive. They are gates
Into the world and take us to new heights.