3 a.m.

For this


Once upon a 3 a.m.

I gave birth to

Raw, personal poetry —

So tired, the words were

Uncensored, defenses

Were down, even

Around myself.

Raw honesty had

Been uncommon, but

Since then I’ve tried

To make these words

Transparent — so that

I might be seen.

 

5 thoughts on “3 a.m.

  1. ooooh ….. a wonderful post to the prompt! It’s true, right? Sometimes I can’t believe how personal some of my poetry can be….and I think it’s in some ways a testimony to the supportive nature of dVerse that many share their words here.

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