Thoughts From Late Hours

By: Emily Sanders

Tap into your writing…she said
To what extent?
To reveal the weight of the world,
My aching adjectives slurring from tired eyes and obnoxious laughter

White knuckles from holding you too tightly
As I shut my eyes and prepare for what the world may bring


Are fighting
For change, equality,
Rhythm, of life.

The strongest soldier weeps the loudest tears…
And so,

I read once “to be soft is to have power”
And the words rushed through my veins until I was spitting up inspiration and
Hot fire spitting passion
Twisted into my finger tips and
The ideas go on and on…until they don’t.