Poetry is…


Its more than scripted flows…
More than open hearts
Its more than the lights that chase the shadows away…
Than the dark in which demons dance
Its more than lurking shadows that let you follow what you can’t see
Way more than scattered bursts devoid of time…cut off from space
I can’t put my finger on it but…
I can
I know what I know
And I know what it is
Its a place I run to not because this one will not let me be
…because that one needs me not to be
…needs me not to walk where I feel I can fly
Its more than sight beyond sight
More than a rush…
Its a place
A place I do not need to walk where I know I can fly
Its a place…
Its Poetry

© Ang’asa Malowa


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