You are not decoration.
You are not luxury.
You are necessity.
When the world fractures into noise,
you are the thread that pulls silence into shape.
When language of power collapses into slogans,
you restore words to their marrow,
you return them to blood, to breath.
You are the witness who doesn’t look away.
You are the mirror that refuses to lie.
You are the fire in the throat of people
who have forgotten they still have voices.
They will say poetry does not feed.
They will say it cannot mend broken systems.
But you know—
it feeds what hunger cannot name,
it stitches what power has torn open,
it plants seeds in soil scorched bare by greed.
You are not writing for applause.
You are writing for survival.
You are writing for memory.
You are writing so that truth does not dissolve.
In a world that rushes toward forgetting,
you slow down time.
You open a wound to show its light.
You open a sky inside a page.
Every line you carve is resistance.
Every stanza is shelter.
Every poem is a lantern—
and without you, darkness grows too easily.
So, write poet.
Write until the world remembers
what it means to feel,
to rage,
to dream,
to stay alive.
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Wow… this reads like a manifesto and yes, this is what keeps us going… love it so much.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
The direct address felt like you were talking to me directly, Sanaa! I am ready to take up the challenge! I especially love the lines:
‘When the world fractures into noise,
you are the thread that pulls silence into shape’
and
‘In a world that rushes toward forgetting,
you slow down time.
You open a wound to show its light.
You open a sky inside a page.’
I concur with those lines too that Kim chose
Thank you so much, Laura! x
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa – I love how you let the reader wonder for quite a while as to the subject of the pronoun – so many poetic lines to underscore the theme not least:
“you restore words to their marrow,
you return them to blood, to breath. “
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ars poetica at its finest.
Such a solid heartfelt piem
“You open a sky inside a page.”
Much♡love