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.
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David Hurlburt
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