Thinking – a poem

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I am thinking…

I am thinking how words turn in your gut

how they twist and rust

I am thinking how angry feels

gnawing through the skin of hope

hooking into blue desires

trying to keep hidden

so that it can wretch

when least expected

I am thinking how compassion walks

strutting in when anguish calls,

how someone called 'nancy'

and the boundaries of my heart

found their end

and gave me voice

I am thinking thoughts

are

just thoughts,

the yellow crypt

we hide in

when action seems too far.

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