Starving artists searching for identity
tortured poets searching for our place
bleeding tales of love and of humanity
confessing the challenges that we face.
Drawing from the past, where we retrace
all the things that we’ve repressed;
in rhyme, or simple turn of phrase
our failures and our dreams confessed.
And each experience? A test—
in every hurt that leaves us scarred,
in love that’s carried, unexpressed,
and all the secrets that we guard.
And we wonder what our words impart–
Common ground? Familiarity?
In meting out pieces of our heart
we share our vulnerability
still searching for identity
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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