Tough Love
You don't need a listener,
let your heart muscles
pound out
a blind-folded poem.
Practice hand to hand combat
with your unlettered soul
until it lays down defeated.
Marshal the words,
articulate their fractured forms.
in the dark, wake up
the light,
it is your next unwritten page,
destroy its blank face.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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