I am a pendant
hung on a chain of thought
I am a vision
brought to life by a word
I swing between realities
that are at war
with each other
and simultaneously
in love
My poem is a seed
planted in the dark
fighting for the light
a mind worm
a warrior
in the fetal position
waiting for you
to hand it a sword
My words are bullets
soft as silk
not to worn
like a shirt
but to be eaten
like a steak
a jewel to be hung
on a chain of thought
like a pendant.