• 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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