chapters

a book without chapters

is like a life that’s lived without soul.

no beginning, no middle no end

no every satiating element of humanity

in the in between pages.

I live in the margins

that space where fear and love

embrace one another equally

and love and fear so conflictingly hard

they create their own third space to be felt.

Yes, my chapters are

colorful and vibrant and spilt.

Bursting with life so hard

my spine cannot hold them

my binding is unbound

my covers opened end to end

and when that shelf of death

where books go to die

calls me out once more,

I won’t go quietly.

I have more chapters to write

and I am only the beginning.

This poem was created with the help of those in my IG stories! I asked my people to submit a word and I said I would make it into a poem. Here is the first one. Thanks to Justine for submitting the word “chapters”. If you’d like to submit a word, join me in my IG stories <3

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