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and now…after so long I have written my own poem

the bookstore

just the other day
poetry isle was slim

so slim
there was barely
barely any
thing

my shelves at home
hold it all
stood there
wanting to die
ached to be

m o v e d
by words

Someone ele’s

wanted to crunch through the ie’s
and skip through the open door c’s
I wanted

WANTED

I
left hungry.
left starving.
those shelves
held nothing

I left crying

Thanks to someone special who’s been somewhere in the corners of my world for a long long time…thanks for inspiring me! And for sharing. It takes guts to share.