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and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper.
--Sylvia Plath
My heart has fault lines.
Easily broken
I unfold before you
Frozen
In all my crimes.
But I’ve learned this—
I don’t wear masks;
I go down
My own dark streets
And light them,
And I don’t back down
From monsters
Even when frightened.
I have no words for this
So I punch holes
In my soul
Hoping
You’ll peer in.
I’m not in control…
I am a kite
Without a tail
Plummeting to earth.
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I love the imagery.
While fighting to solve my computor problem (it only had a problem with Steemit!) I had this thought - emotions have been used by those who hate mankind so as to make it possible for the young to turn their backs to truth and facts, without them feeling the need to justify themselves.
Reading your prose and poetry, I feel like I am stepping back into an age when emotions were not abused, they were used to strengthen and make our lives more beautiful.
Thank you.
That comment so encouraging, my friend - I also was thinking about this the day I wrote the poem - I was thinking about Northrop Frye, my old Professor, and a book he wrote called the Educated Imagination - I think he'd like what you said.