leading the way
out of the darkness
the emptiness of not writing
has filled my life
I find myself
sitting
thinking
waiting
waiting for the drama
of my life
to fuel
my expectations
and fill my fingers
with ideas
just
waiting to follow the flow
from the pen
pens
discharging
sludge
smears ink across the paper
clouding my view
eyes spinning
close my eyes
I tell myself to be open
follow the path
of the pen
the ink on the paper swirls
changing
my view
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