The Ink is My Voice

Location

There’s darkness.

And colors

Like rainbows

Like orbs

light          

life

Inside of this corpse

 

But I can’t get it out.

I can’t claim it

 

My mouth—rusty window clammed shut

broken lock

numb fingers

Live pen

 

Water flows

Winged water

each molecule has freedom

yet they all bind together

like words in a stanza.

United

They flow.

 

A stone blocks the path,

The water still flows

a new vessel was found

 

Colors

Like rainbows like orbs

Light, life

suffocating in the darkness

Numb fingers

Awaken

In the hold of the pen

 

black ink on paper

is light spilling out?

like the stars on the black canvas

of the night

 

To write

Is to release one’s own light.

To write

 

is to be.

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