Point Blank

Point blank.

My pen on a paper. Or is that a pencil?

No matter. It's time to scratch.

Get off the silence.

Speak up and make some noise.

Waves? Yes, those too.

There's not a lot you can't say.

The possibilities to cut or to build.

Shouldn't it be to build?

Cut down the insecurity.

Watch me be free.

Fly without a worry.

The paper no longer blank.

The flying writing thing in my hand.

Scratching, caressing, soothing, spitting, building, breaking.

Point blank.

Point blank. No chance of getting away.

Mistakes will e made.

Grammar. splling.

Spelling.

Apologees.

Thank you for the edit. So glad you read it.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Picture perfect.

One thousand words worth.

The beauty of this image can't speak for itself.

Take one breath, two...three.

Point blank.

Full of precious fiery ink.

Fill these pages. Come away with me.

Read the things inside these minds.

Break free unashamed. Support the quality of your heart.

Support me.

Support you.

Support us.

Point blank. These pages are filling.

Our hearts overflowing.

Inspiration is calling. Hollering. Singing.

Time to get at this place.

At this page.

Point blank.

About The Poem

From a moment of frustration. Staring at a blank page and wondering, wondering, wondering What shall I write about today? Then analyzing what actually are my expectations? So...

Seeking out other writers and creators to gather inspiration and of course as always the community of creatives never fails!

Long story short I saw a very harsh comment on a fellow creators work. It broke my heart. There was no construction in the criticism - just one low blow after another. How sad when our words are used to cut.

Thank you as always for reading! Welcoming me back in to this community so warmly!

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