Donation Poem by Magdalena Biela

I have collected

words

since I was born

fascinated by their

power

uniqueness.

I'd like to donate

words,

excessively used,

eventually broken,

some without sense,

so they could fill

an empty silence

some wounded,

mutilated,

so they could fit

in the Procrustes' bed

of a text message

or a Facebook 'share',

some without soul,

so they'd be fit

to lie.

Their letters could be

reused

for different purposes

and arrangements.

I have collected

words

since I was born

fascinated by their

power

uniqueness

I believed

in their fate.

But I woke up.