Let Your Wounds Vocalize You Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Collect the pieces that are solely thine
For example, your broken breathes
Your youthful poetry, your fumbling faith
Your excitement and your agonies
Don't leave anything unpacked
Gather it with extreme care
Folk, this is what the life's made up of.

Curse or charisma whatever it may be
It's your eyeline; tis your light, and your story
Don't let it's any part go in vain
Your wounds verily vindicate you
Let them liberate you; let them be wineful
Let them drink you; let them rummage you well
They aren't void; they aren't unwitty
Lose thyself; locate your instinct deeper
Listen, beloved, to the language asleep in you.