Poems are spurs of thought,

Rips of emotion–

So sudden and so great

That the soul screams

And shreds so much:

Sorrow and love,

Anger and hate.

Poems are passion–

The lust of a moment;

And when that is gone,

All that exists are

Forlorn words

Spread upon a page,

Testaments of

All the secrets

And all the sins.

A poem is

Everything we are

And all that we are not.

A poem is power.

Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020