Close your eyes
Breathe in
1 2 3
Breath out
1 2 3
Listen to your heartbeat
Feel it flowing the blood
And white blood cells
That are meant to repair you
But once circling your soul
They turn a deep inky black
That flows through you to the pen
The inky pen that you use
To manipulate your words onto the page
No erasing no unfeeling because that inky pen
Is permanent like the pain of the pass
All you need to do is learn
To cross over it and start
Again.