An expression.
Something I can put my mind on like
a thumb print for the world to see.
It’s a way of speaking without
having to worry about making sense,
or worrying if people understand me.
It’s completely limitless and under my--
control.
I can abuse it, address it, analyze it,
bend it, break it, bushwhack it,
create it, contort it, cultivate it,
destroy it, design it, disembowel it,
explore it, fabricate it, hijack it, hurl it,
love it, man-handle it, mold it, mutilate it,
scatter it, stretch it, strip it, synthesize it,
translate it, torture it, undress it,
and it will always ask me to come back.
It will always call to me asking for more,
telling me to express myself.
This is the first poem I crafted for my newest collection. I love feedback and constructive criticism, so feel free to share any thoughts you have.