The Struggle Is Real

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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,

Passed along,

To live in someone else’s soul.