Beautiful Stains

July 5, 2018

words on a blank screen

a blank page

ink on a hand

when words come to you

and there isn't paper around

to capture the lines

fluttering in your heart

pounding against your skull

burning in your soul.

Rules do not define you

or your words.

You are as free

as you want to be

you can be imprisoned,

shackled by your emotions.

i have learned

that words are bigger than myself

that i do not need to entrap my emotions

within me

i can let them flow

through my fingers and

onto a page

a screen

my skin.

i do not have to be defined by anything

controlled by anything

imprisoned by anything

i am set free by my words,

my words that i can't seem to speak aloud

but that can easily pour out of my heart

through my fingers

and onto whichever canvas they choose.

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