Unsent Letters – A Poem

inside my bedside chest of drawers
is a pile of unsent letters
I wrote to you

scribbles of words and sentences
still alive and breathing
like tiny microscopic organisms

they were born out of my very attempt
to express mysterious feelings
I have for you

you may or may not read them
who knows
nobody knows
that’s not the point

the point is
the feelings are no longer captive
inside the cage of my mind
but are freed and given a new life
with wings also known as words


minji hur