The Point Of Poetry Poem by Mary Champion
The Point Of Poetry
And when I understood enough of my affliction
I encoded it in verse -
cast it out into the world
and made space for my spirit to grow.
But sometimes I understood too little,
so the verse had no point -
too blunt to break through the barriers of ignorance,
it formed a gangrenous ulcer,
and ate me alive.
Thursday, February 20, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: affliction,barriers
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