Quill and Calligraphy

I live through the other end of the magnifying glass for you to see

 I live in the clouds to soar as a bird would before its blood stained wings have been shot down by humanity’s gun

Breathing air that generation before has breathed creates these intricate bonds hidden through times

 I change, I live, I feel, I am metamorphosis

Dying from this dis ease, I open myself up to you, I am vulnerable, take care of me for I will become you

I grab the quill with my sore heart, Calligraphy

I am the taste in your mouth, I am the dust in your lungs, I rot your soul but, I create a new

READ ME, READ ME, Because I am what you fear, let me help you

I’m confused, I cry tears of frustration, for the roses are too young to die

My words flow deep within those young blood-filled veins, clarity, I flow through with fluid motion

Clear crystal glass faces you to reflect OUR inner working,

I live to see another day, another page but, I am engraved inside my own mind

Gravestones are set for me but, I will break those chains and rise from this gospel

There is too little too see for I have become the world, the people are consumed by me, I have become them

I clear the dust path to pave a new one for me, clarity

Lacerations, salt, blood, I have flowed through you for I am the writing that seeps into you

My clever words and thoughts are transformed at ease only to please you

Scribbling as I go on, I become a book for you to read, a story for you to annotate, a new life for you to see

I change perspective, disfigure syntax to give a new meaning life

I write for my brothers and sisters, so they can see the wounds inflicted upon me so, I…..become me

Paper turns into pages of a novel as I continue to jot my thought, Pressure forced pens take control of my fingers and I can’t stop

Ink spurts, I have configured my own masterpiece, I have created a secret labyrinth for my thoughts