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here my eyes slowly blink
i'm not sure what she's saying
the mechanical pencil in my hand
clicks to reveal some lead
click click click
i break the thin cyclinder
click click click
To read is to step into an alternate reality
To write is to build one
To act is to live outside of yourself
To dance is sometimes just to have fun
To sing is to let your worries flow
I write on my wrists
the lies that were told.
I draw picture of
the love that was untold.
I imagined meanings
that never came true.
I wrote You.
I drew You.
I imagined You..
As a child, one teaches oneself to draw
With crayons, no doubt, on paper plain raw.
The colors that swirl are unmistakable prints
Of genius within the kid of talents.
These hands delve into the ground to remake what I once found
When I was better and my conscience was light as a feather
I made this as empty as I feel, but now I'm not alone
I am a weight eroding those
To Hold.
To Feel.
To Write.
To Draw.
To Move.
To Clench.
Mine to Own,
Yours to Hold.
God’s best tool He’s given me.
Hands.
