The Poet’s Struggle
By Jesi Scott
Long have the words lived in my brain
To describe, emote, explain
The very moments, feelings, reasons
For what I see and think and experience.
And, sadly, they can never quite
Reach the fullness of these scraps of life
That creep past or fly by…
These flashes of colors by which we
Remember, ignore, embrace
The events that create a future “us”,
Or, maybe, a fuller individual…
A much muchier “we”.
Still, the words live and buzz around inside
And sometimes find a way out
To live in ink, all the while hoping
They will be heard, understood,
To live in someone else’s soul.