What am I?

I am born when hearts get heavy,

When all the thoughts collide.

I can shape to your desires,

Or dive inside your deep-sea mind.

I can be housed within your paper,

I could be fed by flowing ink,

And once the last line is completed,

Seared in the veins of your sheet.

I’ll hop my way outside the lines,

And carve my way into your heart,

I’ll watch the view of your life

Through the lenses of my art.

I am born like human beings,

Though I don’t die the same way.

I stay etched into the paths

Of those who let the ink remain.