A Hot Cup of Poetry

Power

It hurt so bad, in her core and her chest

She couldn't breathe, the air wouldn't come

Her fingers grasped for a pen, there!

She began to write, spilling hopes and fears, rolling back and forth

A word to a chain, trading one for the other

And they fell, metal bouncing on stone

Just a thud to her ears, but a bomb to the world

"Something has happened," the whispers grew louder

But she didn't hear a thing

Her words consumed her heart and mind

And she continued to write

Pain became substance, cut clean with each stroke

Dim light became day, but only in her mind

The earth saw night, but everyone knows

That the brightest light is not seen with the eye

But felt with the soul