Three Poems by Nick Leininger







I can’t breathe, said the fish who soon would die
I am a lie, sung the bird who could not fly
I am the truth, said the man who always lied
I can’t breathe, said the black man to the officer who gave no reply


I dropped my glasses by mistake
I was certain that they shattered

The right lens was intact
The left lens, had become detached
Separate, but unbroken

With little to no effort
I was able to put it back in its proper place

What if every time we thought we were broken
We were really just taking a break
From being entirely whole


If it’s hard to hold on
Don’t be ashamed to loosen grip
The truth is, there’s a reason you exist

Whether looking down or looking up
I hope the person reading this
Knows they are enough

Nick Leininger is a local DC poet originally from West Chester, Pennsylvania. Nick graduated from American University in 2017 with a Bachelor’s degree in Public Relations and Strategic Communications. During his days as a student, Nick had his first poem published in the 2017 edition of Bleakhouse Publishing’s Tacenda magazine. Today Nick works for a tech company as a customer success specialist. Nick hopes to grow as a writer and to continue his support of the arts. In his spare time, he enjoys exploring the various museums and art galleries of DC, engaging in physical activity, and continuing his quest for the perfect cold brew coffee. Poetry is Nick’s preferred medium of self-expression. He believes that poetry is where he can accurately express his true self in the most elegant way possible.

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