write

i uncap my pen and
hold it between fingers
closer than i have ever been held

preparing to unleash the hatred
when i find 
something sacred

i let the pen
kiss the page
bracing for them to rage
because every kiss i know
has ended in rage

I find 
hands
reaching through the page
wiping away
the tears on my face
no matter how i am
aching or
breaking
my hand is shaking
heart praying
the writing is
awakening

i purge
every ounce of pain
until i can 
no longer feel strain

i do not write for gain
but the pen
and its lovemaking to the page
is all that calms my brain

i will love my page
senselessly 
intentionally
indefinitely
unquestionably affectionately 
spewing breathlessly 
a melody of empathy
unintelligibly ineloquently 
until i can breathe

successfully rebelling
against the self-pity
the jealousy
incessantly building an identity
of intensity and complexity 
repentantly 
acknowledging all my wrongs

i am made
of ink and songs
i will breathe life
into every letter
until i feel better.

19:10pm - 22/09/25.