“Do I dare put the dream market on display?” — Anne Sexton
Please do not steal
my gilded words, carefully crafted,
from the tip of my heart’s pen, stained as it is
with the ink of my blood.
Please do not rip
my precious fluttering heart
out from the velvety folds of my delicately embroidered hope chest,
so innocently beating.
do not dim
my small spark of radiant life,
effusive with love and agony,
my intrepid inner lantern
along the path
of my soul.