Ebony bleeds on lined paper
And dries into curly words
The soul opened to breathe
And whispered--
Connecting the words in song
I once wrote to create
Pictures with words
Blues, greens, and yellows combined
In rhyme and eloquent display
Scars covered my hands and heart
And rain poured mixing with ink
Raging storms and quiet summer days
Combined to create a raw truth
Life.
My hands now move slowly
With pen dancing across scrap paper
And my heart coming alive as I recall
Hope
Grace
Love
Redemption
Ink dries with tears on white backdrop
Hope glistens from each point of contact--
Heart to hand
Pen to paper
Hope to you
I once wrote to create
I now write to live and share hope with the wounded
Life.
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