Poem

It’s a weird thing to ask myself to catalyze, again, what I have always been

A storyteller

I’ve learned that the resurgence of a poet’s poetics has more to do with kinetic rhythms put into practice

And looking a little closer in the mirror to see what your wrinkles say about you

And to tell the volumes of your life

In the faces of fear, who ask –

“What ill might befall the speaker if they are too vulnerable?”

“What wrongs could occur if we dare to tell the truth?”