I was birthed from darkness
into light the echo of that time
still lingers within with each write.

I am a carousel of emotional wisps
that coalesce on the page in forms,
that are only known through thought and pen.

I am neither a child of darkness or light,
I existed between the twilight, my ink seeks
no praise just to read it is enough.

I am a inker of words that are from thought
to form, and I am in this for me not others
some cant digest what I ink and what they read.

*"I thank all who read my ink and see you on the next that is seeded,