Ink Lings
It's always been there. You know. That urge
To turn a thought into a material thing
Express yourself as your hand is willed
Imagination, poured upon a page
I kid myself that lack of time forestalls my effort
For inside, I know it is me that lingers in the gate
The fear of rejection is strong. What price humility
Does the risk outweigh the reward.
But then, a comment. Someone has enjoyed my musings
Exhilaration flows through me. Validation
I know now that I must throw my voice upon the page
And let those I engage accept it as they may
I revel in a sense of satisfaction
Revealing, like a stripper, bits of me
Through a shared thought, a moment, a connection
My “Ink”lings shaped into my verse
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