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Ink And Catharsis

Ink And Catharsis

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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


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