Blessed those who are not poets
for each poem is a wound
leaking life’s blood into words
the pen a sword
slashing the skin of the soul
away from safe havens
into the heavens of defying death
giving birth to that
which cannot be
without eternal breath
Blessed those who are not poets
for I am one of them
I bleed no more
© 2015 Taco Sorgdrager
