My Ink

Staring down at the blank sheet

My shaky fingers hold tight the body of my ink

And unlike rocking a baby to sleep

I roll it back and forth

Nudging every corner only to wake it up

So it can scribble down the words that are shattered in my head.

Be still it whispers

And just hold me close

For I will write everything you want me to.

I will paint this brown sheet with all of your thoughts

And as your heart beats with every single word I lay down

I will spill again till you can no longer breathe fear

And release the breath you have held in for years

Like you used to.

Only then will I be content

And then I can leave with a dot behind my last letter

till you are ready to pick me up again.

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