From the Ink


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

touch

but

I

GRAB

the paper and put My pen on parchment

SLAMMING

My thoughts into the ink with a resounding

THUD.

 

 

 

 

this is the loudest silence

the scribbles

skritch-skritch-skratch

pound in My ears

My blood pulses to the rhythm

skritch-skritch-skratch

Then I Lift My Pen.

and a poem is born

From The Ink.

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