the worst poem
is the poem left unwritten
held so close to the chest that it suffocates
before it can whisper its truth
the second worst poem
is written from compliance
its voice restricted by the demands
of someone else’s rules
poems are butterflies
poems are demons
poems are the soul reaching out
screaming
cooing
demanding
requesting
existing
do not kill the butterflies
do not silence the demons
let them free
to find their friends