By Paula Martin
I want to know one of your secrets
what you dream about at night
who it is you would die for
what you still want from this life
if the beauty of a poem
sometimes makes it hard to breathe
if you ache for the chance
for the truth to set you free
if, like me, all you’ve wanted
was for love to come and stay—
something real to hold onto
and wings to fly away
Paula Martin is a writer living in Little Rock, Arkansas.