Ink And Catharsis
Ink And Catharsis
I can't fly with my heavy wing
It carries a dark thought
From all the battles that my heart fought
The heaviest feather from my wing
Is now my quill
That will help my heart sing
My heart now spills
When ink trickles down
The nib of the quill
My dark ink is my seeds
That bloom into a flower whenever the ink from my heart bleeds
My ink is dark
Because my soul absorbs every color in the hope of finding a spark
My feather might wither
But the words it writes will
Continue to stay bitter
My ink might dry
But my words will never lie
And my wing will always try
The paper and I have a spark
Both of us have a past that is dark
The paper has been cut from its bark
Every drop of ink sets me to free
My words are my flowers that bloom
But at the cost of a tree
It is cathartic. Cathartic with a cost.
Catharsis with a cost
Is another wing lost