My clenched fists beat against your chest as I screamed in the night.
You snuffed my thrash, clutched my hands in your own and hugged me tight.
I cried out in agony, angst of life unfair
You stood strong, held me, ran your fingers through my hair
White knuckles still balled up, nails cutting into my palm
Your loving whispers to me soothing my torn heart calm
With my hands firmly pressed close, still between us embraced
You laid pen in my hand for words not to be erased
A treasure among all the loving gifts you give me
Realization of self, found freedom,
MY poetry
From tears of the same salt, blood of the same veins, resonating heart,
The mind reveals the poets together, though still set apart