Write for Silver Ink Stars

(poems go here) I write. I write to bleed off the poison of mania and sorrow that creeps into my thoughts and soul. I write to cast off the shame of who I am. Bipolar full of light and shadow. I write to show what holds my heart today because tomorrow it will change twist and sway and I want to have a record to look back at hold on to. I write to find myself and lose myself again in a new world an older world of ink blotches and stained fingers where things are different. I write to put myself in the shoes of another girl with other problems and- hopes I write to understand that what I know of worlds is limited but through silver ink and straining- limitless. I write to tell myself a story that my spirit knows but my mind does not. To put into words the yearnings, pleadings, all the thoughts I have running pure wild though empty space. I write to sing myself a song that soothes me into slumber or else wakes me from fever’s hold and sends my heart racing- to, away, even I can’t tell. I write to take my breath away and pull it back into my body catch my thoughts tumbling from tongue and teeth. I write for the solitude of pencil scratching on paper ink bleeding across my forearm keys click, click, clicking. I write for the conversation between two halves of the same mind. I write- I write and write and write- to hold myself in my hands like a globe of suspended starlight.