What you are trying to let go of
...is already gone.

Words
are powerful
forces of nature.

they are destruction.
they are nourishment.
they are flesh.
they are water.
they are flowers
and bone.

they burn. they cleanse
they erase. they etch.

they can either
leave you
feeling
homeless

or brimming
with home.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.