Know Thyself through POETRY
I found a poem a wrote a while back and I thought it wasn’t terrible…
Horse Hair
Upon Dreaming I sought refuge on the grass.
I yearned for the support of a thousand blades, surfaces, and snowflake intersections.
Notice the difference apparent alongside on the manufactured path.
All bits slammed together;
no pores,
no spaces,
no room,
no movement,
no changes,
no growth.
One frozen form, void of beginnings, and without soul.
If ice takes hold here, its evolution I fear
will be slippery and periling.
On grass I Learned arguments for trees,
under obelisks with roots, branches, and leaves
If damaged, the mass continues to sustain,
flex,
And live.
Like cloth, chainmail, or rope together banded,
transferring energetic tension;
Healthier because OF its’ parts.
Thrust swords into sand, individual grains are not overcome;
they swallow your sword.
But if that sand were tortured, boiled, and melted into
a made thing,
void of characteristics,
oddities,
and humanities.
It, artificial and translucent,
Illuminating others’ possibilities;
Arresting others’ freedoms.
Thrust this false power into something real and watch it
shatter,
separate,
and be no more.
Upon Reflection I prefer trees to swords,
and find kindred among those in the grass.
Not great, but I know where I was when I wrote it, so I forgive it; I was mad at all the things we made, mad at all the things we ruined, and I just wanted to feel safe again, like in the grass, where it’s real.
Have YOU ever written poetry or have poetry that someone wrote to YOU from any point in your life? Try and find it and read it. Can you remember what it meant to YOU when you wrote it or received it? What does it mean to YOU now?
Last Updated on 07/13/2026 by Death of Hypatia Inc.
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