Hour seven “Write a poem from the inside out.”
Helloooooooo. I’m in here, with my friends.
We are the words, all the words and the feelings.
We want to escape onto a page together
But we can’t find our way out.
We feel like we are in a pumkpkin
Waiting for a space to be carved with a pen
Then we can march out in some order
With some sense, some rhythm
Hellooooooooo. Can you hear us?