the world hangs in the balance
fragility abounding in strength
as I take My wavering hand towards the paper.
The paper shudders, shying away from My
the paper and put My pen on parchment
My thoughts into the ink with a resounding
this is the loudest silence
pound in My ears
My blood pulses to the rhythm
Then I Lift My Pen.
and a poem is born
From The Ink.