Ink of Pain: A Poem of Healing
Embracing the Shadows to Illuminate the Soul
In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
I dip my quill in tears, in memories steeped.
Each stroke a sigh, each word a bane,
Yet through the ache, I find my refrain.
Ink spills like blood upon the page,
Echoing the storms that rage.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker, a spark,
As I weave my sorrow into art.
With each verse, I shed my skin,
Releasing the ghosts that dwell within.
Through the valleys of despair I roam,
Finding solace in this ink-stained tome.
For pain is not a foe to dread,
But a companion on this journey tread.
In the depths of sorrow, I find my light,
Guided by the stars that pierce the night.
So let the wounds bleed onto paper bare,
For in the writing, I find repair.
In the dance of letters, I find release,
And in the poetry of pain, I find peace.
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Comments (1)
That visual of ink spilling like blood was staggering. Amazing work!