it was like clay:

a keyboard.

molded everything she wanted to say.

when she was bored

had a desire to record

needed a sword

or a place to explore

poems were that medium.

a vase in which feelings could pour

crafted as vessels

to hold the pain when heartstrings tore

a place for her heart to nestle.


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