More Fuel

The only way
Words get lost
Is when they are
Disingenuous –

Not by ridicule,
Or nervousness,

But allowing our truths
To implode.

Come from reluctance.

Proves poems invalid.

I almost stopped
Writing for others –

In reality,
They couldn’t
Care less.

And that’s what
Makes me persist –

Fighting weakness
With faithful admission

Of this dangerous rage
Turning inward

Before ridicule
Fires these sparks

That God Himself
Turns a phrase
Before our hearts
Ever notice

His absence
Was inspired disclosure
Through an honest voice
Speaking up.

  • J. Pigno

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