Poem: Salty

When I take a certain slant,

take a step back
because the fire is raging
and there are no phases
to predict what I'll do next.
Get ready to get vexed,
get steady because I'm set
to speak and elaborate
and I may not contemplate
who gets touched by the words.
You know words dig like swords
but they only hurt if you are guilty
and it's okay if you don't speak to me
because we've been holding on,
we've been holding back,
we've been accepting slack,
and no longer can keep track
and want to paint everybody black - 
but not anymore.
So if this stings like a crusted sore,
just know that the crust
is a sign of a healing touch,
repair in progress -
function without regret.
So get set and get ready
for the revolution ahead of you.

© Linette Rabsatt