1.Remember the past
Remember home
Let memories burn holes in your heart
Scars wander your skin like stars
Veins filled with poetry
Bleed words from your lips
Filling your mouth with broken glass
Spit out your feelings
This is the good kind of loss

2. Soft mouth full of marbles
Shaking hands full of water
Anxious heart full of feeling
Broken fingers full of stories
Everything spills over eventually

Stop treating your poetry like bleeding
It does not empty you
It is your blood trying to be sweet again
It is your heart trying to be bright again

3. Do not stop turning ugly hurt into delicate poems
Do not listen when they tell you your pain is not pretty
Wrap your words in gauze until they are as soft as the flesh of your throat
Tie ribbons around your suffering if it makes it easier for you to look at it

4. This is more than poetry
This is survival