The Ink Bleeds
The ink bleeds into the paper
As my pen touches down
My eyes are moistened
As my cheeks are wet with every piece of me.
I spill out my heart
Every feeling falling onto paper
My soul whimpers
At the sounds of very word said.
As I write, I begin to find my way
Through the painful past
The motional every
The flashbacks.
And I wish upon
Every shooting star
That the memories will subside
And I will be able to breathe yet again,
But until that moment
I will continue to drag
My pen across this paper
As poetry is my only relief.
My guide for the past
A searchlight for the future
My teacher for the here and now
Every. Ticking. Second.
Through every moment I have had
I have been shown
That I can accept myself
Every inch of my skin.
My happiness is created by myself, for myself
Taught every time
I see the lines on my skin
Reminding, that I can be hurt not longer.
Through every mean word
Every restless night
My pen is my guide
I become stronger every time.