When in a dark
warm and cozy
cave it’s easy
to feel secure and
powerful.
But when blinking
in the hot sun
exposed to a mob
of feet which might
be moved by the
mere mention of
POETRY
to bruise a skinny leg
or even squash
life out of her,
then she retreats
to the cave in her
heart where courage
beats a rhythm
to speak truth by.

































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