I read the “Poison Tree” today
It had been a while since
And Blake still finds a way to speak
And I would find a friend.
I think of all the words that I
Kept hidden deep inside
And then the ones that I let out
And I would choose the pain of voice.
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Thank you for this one–it’s lovely, and I’m going to look up Blake this evening.
I always love reading old poets. There is something comforting about exposing yourself to what has come before.