What's Everyone Thinking

On Why I Write Poems

Poems are my thoughts 

deciding to put some 

effort into their 

outfits one morning. 

They wear dresses 

and twirl in sunflower 

fields every spring. 

My thoughts can be monstrous, 

with sharp teeth that 

glisten, never trusting 

but always there. 

Curling bony fingers into 

themselves whenever 

I smile. 

Maybe someone hurt them, 

I will never know. 

The thoughts are there 

all the time, hiding between 

cracks in my body, 

unleashing themselves 

at the worst 

possible times. 

Power makes them 

feel good, so 

good, 

making me powerless. 

Can I wear 

the cape by myself? 

I can save myself. 

It will happen. 

Maybe not now, 

but one day I will 

be whole and happy 

and fully okay and 

I will be a sunflower again.