April is National Poetry Month, and what better way to celebrate than with a poem!
As I was writing this poem, I wanted to convey that though we go through trials and we get hurt by others, no one can take away our words. Our words are our own. They make us who we are.
My porcelain heart: held just a little too long
by careless palms it was placed in,
blackened by the flames bursting out of their mouths
that they claim are safe, not realizing
the damage was already done the minute they spoke;
the flames created a poison that traveled through my body,
into my soul.
My inquisitive mind: suppressed by the whispers
that haunt the midnight darkness lingering,
incited to reduce its explorations to brevity
and forget its quixotic ideas.
Yet,
my inviolable words: untarnished by the lackadaisical minds
of those attempting to shy them away,
strengthened by the potential power of each one and the order
in which they are strung together, making it
impossible to prevent their creation.
K.H. (4.3.16)