My pen, sharp as a knife.
Peals of laughter, loud as a wild howl.
Pierce the dark!
Slash the night!
Ripe as a mango
Open the sun
Kill the night.
Alive and hungry.
Daring to eat
that peach.
Rock that baby.
Dance the stream.
Fall,
Fall,
Like a leaf
On
On
A
Waterfall…
Down, down
Goes my dream.
Then, up up
Like
Smoke from embers.
Resilient and strong,
Full of hope and inspiration.
Gold holds together
My broken pieces.
Art singing my song,
Dancing my dream…
Straight from the heart.
Imparting love, hope, the good.
The dark is bleeding
From the weight of my pen.
Whack, bam.
I am free.





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