"Why do poets think
they can save the world?
The only life I can save
is my own"
-Sherman Alexie: War Dances
So I may not be able to save you
And I wish I had something more to give you than twenty two cents, and stale bubblegum,
but I don’t/ all I have are these words, my blood stained journal, and a poem
so all my poems are for the world
I have so much to tell you/but no way to reach you
so I scrawl secret messages on the sand at the beach
so that the ocean can take my words to far away places
so that the ocean can take my words to little boys and girls
building sandcastles with red buckets on cloudy days
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