POEM: The Point of This is Not Art

The point of this is not art
but self expression.

In this space you can be who
you are
you can draw stark purple lines
with jagged red teeth
because that is what it feels like
inside right now

and we will smile upon you
the warmest, broadest smile
that wraps you in its sunshine
and lets you know you
belong
that God drips love upon you
and never stops

don’t make it pretty
the ache in my belly doesn’t rhyme

roll in the grass and be whole

Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva at Pexels

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