Has the power to change me.
It is gentle and firm, like rain that can wash away old stains.
Or even sit and sit like a thirsty man at the edge of a mirage waiting for his cup of water to be filled.
These words will mist into the air, but they will not dissipate — these words will come back to us. The unopened poetry newsletter was shaping something inside me, something I had never felt before: determination or strength or self-respect — or all three? All three are brought together as one great force of nature! So the first thing I knew about this poem was that its author wanted it to matter, to change the world. So it did.
The unopened poetry newsletter was a note in a bottle thrown out to sea.
It was the sail of a ship destined never to come home again.
It was a message in a bottle,
and the bottle will never be found,
but poetry will live forever.
The Unopened Poetry Newsletter