i used to write poems on
paper believing that
space to be safer than
leaving words, undefended, 
out in the wide open,
naively thinking and hoping
that locking my thoughts in a 
journal is better than painting
wall murals.
to stand before my words, 
take steps back, and to still not
see my source forces me 
to accept that I am also
someone standing beside someone
who also is wondering where
my words had begun.

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