I'm hurting
So I write
The pain gathers
In my head
My neck
My shoulders
My back
My mind
My soul
It gathers in my hair
Leaves single strands of silver
Like drops of frigid water
Like mercury rising
Heated only
By suffering
It rests gently on my forehead
Like a soft, nesting bird
And leaves tracks of sorrow
Lines that can't be erased
This pain has aged me
Prematurely
It sinks into my very bones
Convinces me
That I'm old
That my life is nearly over
That there's nothing worth living for
Anymore
But there is
I channel the pain
Through a pen
Or the rhythmic tapping
Of my keyboard
And something magical happens
I start to believe
Even if it is
For the briefest moment
That I can overcome
That I can forge through
And the pain and agony
Leaks from my fingers
It fuses with the ink
Mixes to colours of hopefulness
And words are born
Out of my suffering
Words to inspire
Or in the very least
Convince
Myself
And anyone
That might seek refuge here
That there is hope
That it can be overcome
That the Universe can guide your steps
Or your pen
To relief
To ease
To comfort
To the end of pain
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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