By: Jordyn Taylor
It began with all the poetry weirdo’s & worriers, and warriors,
Worried that their words would be whisked away rather than
Wondered, if their wisdom would be wasted on weakness.
When you want to work, breathe in the wisdom of others
And confidence will follow. Warriors can be wanderers too.
It began when willow trees blew whimsical willow leaves
Into the window of a young woman wondering if she’d ever
Write again. And when the white petal of the willow tree
Landed in her way, she wept. She wrote. She wondered.
It began with worriers, and warriors, weirdo’s and weepers, and
While they wondered which they were, they don’t need a
Witch to tell them the way, only the writing could say.
Watch. Time ticking. Through the window, a widow to woe,
It will begin with a pen and a wish.1
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Inspired by, and including, the line: It began with all the poetry weirdo’s & worriers, and warriors from American Sonnets for my Past and Future Assassin by Terrance Hayes