Submission

Hesitation, pricks at fingers
Shuffling, I turn over
Every sentence
I peel apart the meanings
Piece together
The perfect story of poetry
Quiet, my voice
For trembling with nerves
Shuffling, I turn over
Every creation
Click and twist
Putting together
The best body of art
So others
Can strip away the layers
Find me hiding, deep inside
My landscape of words
Hesitation, pricks at fingers
And I pray
As I push submit