To poems and their poets. Often, the poems are written from a deep experience. The letters meet to create words and then sentences. I related it to the joy we feel to meet someone who understands a sentiment or idea.
This piece is about the lies we believe about ourselves. Like a spider, the mind weaves a web of illusions to lure us in and shows us a broken mirror to make us believe that we are broken.
a heart uprooted tossed aside like a worm writhed naked and cold a pain softly covered by a smile suffocating any signs of hurt words exchanged were carried inside and opened deep within a truth stared at itself a paradigm rearranged