we are, you know...

 
we are more than poetry
more than our words
spread so elegantly...
...so carefully...
...across the page

consider them merely stains
...of tears
& bloodtrails...
showing the outline of our pain
but these sentiments are tempered
allowing only the briefest glimpse
miniscule peeks at the agony within

we are giants trapped inside thimbles
struggling & straining
...for more space
& these fragmented offerings shared
barely scratch the surface
of the vastness within

we are deeper than our ink wells
darker...
than the liquid they contain
& we bare...
{bear?}
...only so much as feels safe
recapping that bottle tightly
guarding our fears...
...our fractures...
against judgment or shame

because we are more...
...& less...
...than we seem
a collective
...of alone
struggling through the unknown

remember
we are...
...all of us...
...more than poetry...