Tag: a poet’s prayer

  • Daily Reflection

    In writing poetry
    I have to open past wounds
    Expose the blood, and bare the bones.
    These I offer as words
    As meter, rhyme and rhythm.

    And in that,
    Is the hope there is a part of me
    That becomes you.

    Now when the wound festers next
    Before I curl up in pain again
    We will share the agony.
    As you will share with others
    And all hold hands.

    That is my prayer
    With my pen in my hand today.

    Bhavna
    22 Jan 2025