This morning Poetry has conquered
Create Your Own Constellations
Rooted in quietude yet blooming with an urgency,
Poetry has conquered, softly and profoundly.
You who wake up not knowing what to feel or think;
Rise from your bedsheets holding onto poetry as lifeblood.
Not a momentary glimmer nor a fleeting interest but
A presence saturating each marrow-filled breath you breathe.
It is there within warm cups of solitude; resounds behind closed eyes,
And nestles amidst the chatter rushing across electric wires —