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I hide myself, distinctively behind my cursive penmanship

When handling business and getting away from the obvious reality

I purge on the thoughts of me

 

Justifying the movements created by pass lectures

Pronounced from side languages

I chose the handling of my fingers delicately, with guided precision crafted by practice. I repeat

 

Myself continuously until satisfied with my work

Bilateral hand pain invites itself into my carpals

Or is it a slight discomfort to soothe my own wandering mind

 

Pencil or pen no choice wiser than the other

I punish my instrument to the paper to create myself

Constructing and forming, building myself into the perfect calligraphy

 

I sign my life away with dignity and education

It stand for years to come and repeats as needed

 
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prezereese

Self published poet living in Washington state. I have written over 500 poems. I have written 12 books; two are ebooks.

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