By Sammy Ginsberg
They told me to explore deeper emotions,
The ones that cut and bleed and ooze,
The ones that are alive,
That bite at my being,
That are my being.
They want me to take bigger risks,
The ones that make a heart sputter,
The ones that are tense,
That lick at the cut,
And make it bleed more.
So I will try,
To put my heart on my sleeve,
To reveal things that I’d rather just leave
Alone on the shelf,
Unstated, unexplored
But what if the shelf is empty?
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