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