in this poem
i went on a journey searching into me
for verses so pure & satisfying to every soul
yet & still, this poem is filled with broken lines.
my ink is still learning the ways to be holy
this means my writings are still crawling to perfection.
deep within
i know
there are souls craving to taste
these lines sleeping in me
so,
i never stop plastering my thoughts & emotions on a sheet;
i write to set myself loose from drowning,
for the sheet always hugs my pain.
& for those who lost their ink to depression
pick up that dead pen
& breathe life into it once again
but this time, let it live forever,
for we only die once.
Authored by: Ivan S. Fiske IV
Featured Image by: Yannick Pulver on Unsplash
