Scars of Ink

Black shadows
On the page
Slowly contort
Twist and change

Shaped by sorrow
Into a scar of ink
Paper crinkling
With a bitter wink

This congregation of letters
Is silent yet speaks
Delightfully elegant
But certainly not weak

The bruised paper breathes
After a writing session
Knowing the shadows in the mind
Have slightly lessened



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