Untitled: Dissiri

All the poems you wrote,
kept safe in a plastic crate.

A jealous lover of your words
finds your crate, and in
dissiri,
destroys your handwriting.

A series of questions follow;
there are no
clear answers, yet you know.

All it takes is one line crossed,
one betrayal,
to leave with almost nothing.

A hurt unknown to your heart,
now broke,
you struggle without a home.

All you must do is stop writing;
a jealous lover
and a life with plenty of money.

An understanding of your worth;
you walk away
and let your words and life flow.

A published writer of many poems;
letting grief go,
and walking without looking back.

All your words are you,
A part of who you are,
A cry of rebellion in a world of conformity;
You need not apologise for the words you write.

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