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Clean were her nails,
and empty were her hands;
When all seems lost, forever
in the desert sands
A blank sheet of paper,
the starkest of white,
Sailing through memory,
memories bright
Where once there was feeling
and passions fierce;
Where once there was ability
to conquer fears
Now all that remains is light;
for only in the light we see
the things from which we hide,
the things from which we flee
Her fingers were stained with ink,
her paper littered with words;
her pen moved swiftly,
and surely as the birds
One does not forget
or lose it all;
there’s always the ink
to cushion one’s fall
and empty were her hands;
When all seems lost, forever
in the desert sands
A blank sheet of paper,
the starkest of white,
Sailing through memory,
memories bright
Where once there was feeling
and passions fierce;
Where once there was ability
to conquer fears
Now all that remains is light;
for only in the light we see
the things from which we hide,
the things from which we flee
Her fingers were stained with ink,
her paper littered with words;
her pen moved swiftly,
and surely as the birds
One does not forget
or lose it all;
there’s always the ink
to cushion one’s fall
This is the first time I've written poetry in over a year. Mental, really. Life's a whirlwind, and I just haven't had time for writing; not even my usual, leisurely fan fiction, which just kills me.
Anyway, this basically treats the feeling of not writing versus starting to again. It was inspired by the sound of a quill scratching on paper.
Anyway, this basically treats the feeling of not writing versus starting to again. It was inspired by the sound of a quill scratching on paper.
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Really beautiful! :3