Writing
The words of my hand curl
Like burning sheets of paper
The lead of my pencil gets erased
And then rewritten
Quickly, the lined paper begins to fill
The water of my inspiration pouring over it
The pencil scratching and my hand brushing paper
The sounds float as irregular music
Scenes of war and beauty
Colors splashed across the canvas
Voices resounding and echoing
Emotions like oceans: waxing and waning
Moments flicked and freeze
All in the stage of my mind
Finally, the music ceases
The paper's thirst replete
All the actors I held inside
Flowed out into creation
Of black words and white spaces
Written in single-minded purpose
To express the unheard voices