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  • Gary Hunter

Write Wounded - March 18, 2021

whatever you write

make it anything but

insignificant scratch or

a tiny bruise or words

that merely chafe

the soul of a reader

a poem should ooze something

if pricked by a beautiful moment

stabbed where it hurts the most

delivered from the birth of insight

to maybe slaying nightmares

or colonizing a hopeful future

being brutally honest

or shamelessly naked

even cowardice

exposed to the bone

can be closed with some lyrical thread

and forgiveness in the next-to-last stanza

leaving one final chance

for courage to charge

out of hiding

with a roar


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