National Poetry Month Day 20

Poetry often takes a personal turn for me. I find it therapeutic, and it digs deep into my consciousness. Overturning words and thoughts that I may not otherwise express, but it never quite comes out the way I hope it would. I always want it to be more than it is. To explore more than it can. To erupt from my fingers into prose so beautiful that it invokes intense emotions in others, but that’s often not how it works.

It’s such an elusive and hard to master form. A plethora of words lay at your disposal when you write, and that is perhaps the hardest part — trying to filter through the immensity of our language to find just the exact words to express your thought.


My arms enclose you —
The thump of your heart
whisper of breath, in sync
with my own.

In your dreams, I stand
as the guardian, the sigil

you are not alone.

fingernails against skin,
laughter caressing our ears,
we stand side by side
our fingers intertwined.

In dreams, I stand
between you and the void–
the howl of the angels,
the claws of demons —
and I rip them away,
clearing the path.

you are not alone.

Words pierce your soul,
the tear that pulsates
with the blood of
broken dreams, shattered hearts —
I reach inside, my fingers grasp the edges
and I sew it together, one stitch at a time.

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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