the space between
the chambers
echoes only silence,
bouncing loud
upon the walls
I build
for my protection
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*I am quite aware that I am not a poet, by any stretch of the definition. I know very little of stanzas and rhyming patterns, but I set a writing exercise goal to craft a “poem a day” for a month. 29 poems it is.

Very cool. You’re a braver woman than I. Poetry scares me.