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A Poem for the One Who Asked

Bring the page closer.

Closer still.

Let it take the weight of your breath

as if it were the last surface

willing to bear it.

Strike the line

the way a hand strikes a table

when the argument has gone too far

to be polite.

Let the words arrive

without apology—

raw, unvarnished,

the kind that scrape the ribs

on their way out.

If there is a chamber in you

where the old questions gather,

open it.

Let the oldest one step forward

with its cracked mouth

and say whatever it must.

Write the moment

that should have been forgotten

but wasn’t.

Write the thing

you never meant to carry

but still do.

And if the page shivers—

good.

It means you’ve given it

something alive enough

to trouble it.

Now set the final line down

like a blunt instrument.

Not to wound,

but to prove

you were here.

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