Contemporary poetry
is a great form of expression
because it creates tunnels.
Lines waiting to be read –
in between.
Moments that personification
does not cover.
Eyes that smile
but cannot be described.
But the smile I know,
my own,
is abundant.
How does one bottle emotion?
How can I share
with the world
what my center experienced.
Childish?
Maybe.
If you refer to children
as the age in which
our race is capable and comfortable
with feeling both positive and negative emotions.
Yes, as children we are present.
We crave now.
Years are eternity.
For days are more than 24 hours.
We don’t expect.
We don’t wish for things our minds
cannot describe.
We live amid senses.
What tastes delicious.
What sounds beautiful.
What looks bright.
And when we touch,
our finger tips dissolve.
Because we believe.
I want to believe
That society is irrelevant.
That being open will
One day
Be accepted
That sharing your world is not
A weakness.
That we are
Allowed
To be multi-dimensional.
I am woman.
I am weak.
I am strong.
I am daring.
I am scared.
I am curious.
I am sure.
I know.
And I want to learn.
Will you teach me?