Ink

My ink is therapeutic My ink is cathartic My ink exposes pain My ink heals But today my ink has left It has vanished Why oh why has it gone away? Without my ink I am lost 5-2-17

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Lisa Ricci

Date: 5/7/2017 3:13:00 PM

Hello Alexis. I think we can all relate an second your words on what our ink means to us and the power and strength it has. It is all that you say in your entry. Well done.

Sandra Haight

Date: 5/3/2017 6:41:00 PM

Oh, how I can relate to this, Alexis. Love the way you expressed it in so few words! Hugs, Sandra

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/3/2017 7:21:00 AM

I can so relate to this little poem Alexis. I never know when my muse will appear. Then I use anything I can get my hands on to write with, ink pen, pencil, crayon....you name it. Your first four lines are a great example of how poetry helps us...sustains us. 7 ; )

Nette Onclaud

Date: 5/2/2017 1:03:00 PM

we all lose the muse until in a snap, she comes back filled with spilled ink... nice one, alexis..huggs

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 5/2/2017 12:50:00 PM

No worries, your ink shall return when you least expect it , Alexis. Such a heart yearning poem. I could feel the desperation. Solid to the bone poetry. Another 7 given for this poem of deep introspection. Love always.

Chris Green

Date: 5/2/2017 10:45:00 AM

I can lend you a pen, if you need one my friend. :) I think your ink is not lost, because it found it's way to me through your cool little poem. Nice one Alexis