Fenced playground

When I create,
I like restrictions.

Magnetic poetry flows
because I choose the words.

Here, I am blank,
pulling from within.


I am not empty;
I shape from what’s left.

I like facts that
push against me.

A story I mold
with the clay in my hands.

Published by Cheri Lucas Rowlands

Senior editor at Longreads / Automattic

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