Some words are too heavy to write.
Their weight bears too much pain
To stay alive on the page,
nor offer any light.
Thus, the poet keeps them
out of sight.
To ink such words upon a page
might fill a fragile world
with hopeless and destructive rage.
Such is the darkened fate
of the chronically ill forced to hide,
all energy drained and waiting
for life to open wide,
and poetry find its way again
in a new and open light.
annarino writes 