When I am in a tear…..watch out…

My poetry becomes medicine for my soul;

The words spilling out onto the paper

Would burn holes in your flesh

Were I to say them to your face….

I would want them to sear you to

Within an inch of eternity

And then let you come back again,

So that I could do it again.

I would want you to feel

The pain and the anguish that you have

Caused me and the ones that I love….

But I will just spew them forth into

The poetry archives and feel

just a little bit better for today

until it hits me again,

until I need more medicine

and so I will, until

there are no evil words left in my soul

worth saying to you.

May 28, 2010

Susan Bergeron