You are privvy to the secrets of my heart?
Since when have I been so vulnerable?
Do you see all these hurts I have locked away?
Somewhere in me, have they healed?
By the song of your dialect-dipped tongue?
When did letting someone in allow for hope?
All these moments, are they as precious to you?
I am holding on to what makes me feel.
PROMPT: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!