a poem can’t fix a hole punched through a wall
can’t call up your therapist to make an appointment
a poem can’t mute the warplanes, turn tragedy silent
or fold into shelter for those who require it
a poem can’t make you taller
can’t infuse you with iron
it can’t help you burn calories
can’t un-fuck the climate
a poem can’t replace friends
it can’t subsidise rent
a poem can’t catch you falling
from a razor-thin ledge
but…
a poem can be a start
a spark of intent
a poem can be
a blessing
in the
shape
of a
first
step
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