To Find the Right Words
It’s not enough to be a good writer,
I need to write well.
I’m not a fighter
Until I hear the space between the words yell.
What could’ve been and what might there be?
Tardy thoughts reinforce my soul’s submissive shell.
The thoughts I cannot think of are my latent remedy
To get me out of the empty halls of this hell.
There’s a feeling I don’t recognize,
I’m beside myself.
Myself, I begin to infantilize,
So that I have words to claim unrealized wealth.
I’ll search for the synonyms
In hopes the words arrive when I need help.
I’ll embrace every hint of sin,
And, in confession, the right sentence I’ll tell.
