In your words I’ve sometimes sensed
—at least in my interpretation—
that hidden in the metaphor
or sometimes in the lines themselves
they might have been inspired by me–
(am pretty sure they wouldn’t be.)
Presumption, or perhaps a wish
that surfaces from time to time…
I am the one you’ve never met
who hears the echos of your thoughts
and in our commonality
understands where you have been:
two kindred spirits who’ve been scarred,
and in our words we spin our shards
confessing dreams in their inflection
lest we admit our feelings there
hidden in these words we share.
© Ginny Brannan 2025
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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.