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From the air vent, as in
Venting my bottled emotions onto
paper.
My digital diary,
If you will,
My one place I feel safe.
The one place I feel safe
Is this poetry
I share with you:
A peak behind the mask
I have so carefully crafted,
For this time, I have a voice.
I have a voice that matters;
I have a voice one hears.
No longer screaming
Into a void,
Or from a window.
Not from a window,
We sing our poems,
But from our porches
And cars
And gardens
And offices
And planes…
And yes,
Even from the air vent.
This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.

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