The Weight of Ink

As I sit with pen in hand, a canvas of white A void that begs to be filled with the whispers of my heart Each word a brushstroke, a color that takes flight A symphony of emotions, a dance that sets us apart The weight of ink is crushing, a burden I bear With every line, a piece of me is laid bare The vulnerability stings, like a winter's chill air But still I write, for in the words, I find solace there In the silence, I hear the echoes of my past A chorus of memories, a melody that will forever last Each note a thread, weaving a tapestry so vast A story of love, of loss, of joy, of sorrow, forever cast With every phrase, a piece of my soul takes flight A fragment of my heart, a shard of my inner light It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites The words flow like a river, a current that's hard to tame A force that's driven by the emotions that I cannot claim They swirl and eddy, a whirlpool that's deep and wide A reflection of my soul, a mirror that won't subside In the darkness, I find the light, a spark that guides A beacon that illuminates the path, where my heart resides The words are a solace, a comfort that abides A reminder that I'm not alone, that my heart is not divided The poet's craft is a mystery, a magic that's hard to define A alchemy of emotions, a transmutation of the heart's design It's a dance with the unknown, a leap of faith in the dark A trust that the words will come, and the emotions will embark With every poem, a piece of me is left behind A fragment of my soul, a thread of my heart's design It's a legacy of love, a testament to the human mind A reminder that we're not alone, that our hearts are intertwined In the end, it's not just words, but a piece of my life A reflection of my soul, a mirror that cuts like a knife It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites.