Poetry is getting out of the hospital
when you’re too perfect; unseen bruises.
Poetry is being mugged of pills
that you never knew you took.
Poetry is the therapy you get
after realizing the hidden taxes of breathing.
Poetry is the sea of mornings
that hypnotizes you into over-thinking.
Poetry is the unfinished symphony
you keep rearranging, but never did.
Poetry is the blood that spills
from the life that feels.
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