wishes

wishes
i wish that i could be gentler
softer
(not quieter, i am already too quiet)
but
a less SHARP type of person
and that with this came more beautiful poetry
more beautiful than what i write now

i wish that the words that bled from my paper cut scarred fingers were not harsh scarlet
but hazy sunset oranges and pinks
and held the same types of promises

i wish that my writings would be worthy of inhabiting strangers’ heads
that such residencies would be welcomed and cherished
spidersilk-light
smooth gossamer
gently hanging on bone walls
allotted their own little niches

i wish that i was satisfied
with my style of poetry
that i could proudly claim it as my own
rather than want to emulate others

i wish that every word I ever wrote
held a world of imagery and profound thought

i wish to write like who i am not

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