The teeter

I have soft spots

for broken things

broken people.

My finger

teeters around their wounds

sometimes the wounds

they tell tales

and sometimes

the wounds

they swallow my finger


– Meysa Addeh

T. S. Eliot

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.