I pen in a most painful ink
write myself up to the brink
of where only I can go…
ride the excruciating flow
Let the blackness then burn
while I once again learn
the lessons within its pain
as cleansing as a frozen rain
Leaving me to now shiver
just another arrow in my quiver
another quill for me to use
as I try again to disabuse
Myself from what I believe
keep my heart from off my sleeve
as I relish each new bruise
from this penitence I do choose
Trace the line of each new scar
collected from both near and far
sported with sleeves always up
for such over-runneth my cup








hello lovely painful but lovely flow 💕
The image and poem compliment each other.
Painful indeed…