I used to only think in poetry,
Then I let my; self freed.
Used to love words,
Now they hurt,
Too many of Me.

I used to think in poetry,
The absorbed-everything-face!
If words were a razor,
I’m already scarred!
Each time I write..

If it’s ‘me-I-abuse’;
If I were a stranger,
I’d flit on by, ‘cause
No one’s more dangerous,
Than a Poet’s eyes!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/23/14