The Back of My Mind (Poetry)

You are the one who hears my poems

You are the one who hears my poems

and the one for whom I write when

I’m alone in a world of prose.

You are the one who knows

I’m slight,

but when you hear, I feel I might become essential

in every world of your design.

Through these years

I’ve not been writing. Through these fears

that I’m not fighting, you are the one who hears

my silence, listens

to my passive violence.

You are the one who hears my prayers,

listens when my hushed lip blares

uncertainty.

You are the one who hears the poetry in me.