its gift to write,

to feel as deeply as we do

this is for the poets,

writing a poem every hour for 24 isn’t a mean feat,

it’s a gift to know emotion,

to push hyperbole past lies and visuals past words,

here we colour,

in colors so surreal they crowd the mind,

dull the bright its been a long day yet you still write,

to the dreamers and the doubter,

you’re unique never doubt yourself,

your work is magnifique

never fail to understand,

we have been blessed with the gift to write,

to see images and listen to stories and create magic from what was just Tom’s pain day,

to be in touch with your emotions,

today has shown me they’ll never be

exhausted.

2020, 24HR Poetry Marathon

-Ropa, signing out!