Probablybadpoetry

Wounded child,

What is broken?

Let that hurt

Out in the open.

I will not bite,

Nor will I scream,

If you need

Help from me.

Whoever is at

The heart of it all,

I’ll make sure

You don’t fall.

Pain halved is pain shared

I'll make sure you know I care

Wounded child,

We are broken.

Let’s leave that hurt

Out in the open.

Let that pain

Ebb away,

Let’s live to fight

Young and perfect, and glowing with hope,

older and broken, lovesick dope,

oldest, not wisest, and young at heart,

The flowers blooming in late June

The days we never saw,

The sun’s shining on the earth,

But it doesn’t clear the fog

The bright reds and yellows I saw on your face,

The green notebook I held could not replace.

Time moves forward while I am stuck

I’m a poet,

what about you?

Do you have trouble 

with your words too?

Oh, how I stumble,

and do I fumble!

for I’m a poet