my Unreliable narrator
opinions set concrete in my veins
blood born of pathogens
inflicted via screens
and screams
and road ragers
and wannabe leaders
and friends, tho I beg forgiveness
to admit, until
this stream of life
makes it way through heart
to brain
then cools to ice
my breath
with indifference enough
that I learn not to trust
my inner self
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Keep trying to trust that inner self. It is full of poems…
Oooohhhh, “trust your gut.” It knows!
this stream of life
makes it way through heart
to brain
then cools to ice
my breath
Confession: I’m generally not a fan of short lines, but you make it work in this poem. Nice craft!