Poets Are Never Lost
Not to life or the splintering there after.
They rest between the syllables of words.
Inside the neatly tucked crevices of all the things
we wished we said and the things we wish we didn’t.
They live on in the rhyme and in the rhythm
of the way that words fall from our lips even when they quiver.
Every beautiful extravaganza of life that every
person witnesses and gives voice to holds inside it
the voice and essence of every poet – across every lifetime.
They are never lost.
They may wander and they may wonder where to.
But the where to is an infinite.
You can find them in the trails of words they leave behind
and in the way those words settle and nest, inside your heart.
Sarah Frances Moran is a stick-a-love-poem-in-your-back-pocket kind of poet. She thinks Chihuahuas should rule the world and prefers their company to people 90% of the time. She believes words are immeasurably powerful; more powerful than She-ra’s thighs. To read more of her thigh powered words visit www.sarahfrancesmoran.com