I read between the lines
and linger on this page of poems

Each poetic soul
begging to be heard.
One wrote of their father
one wrote of grief
One wrote of their childhood homes
and the fear of who might leave.
I wont ever know your name,
but a piece of you I see.

It is beautiful
to bare your soul for the sake of art.
And so I linger between the lines,
basking in the product of your courage.