Grasping my pen, i ground myself. I start to breathe as the nib glides across the canvas. The ink drops, forming lines, curves & more, Breathing life into the paper, My heart starts to beat, giving me a sense of life. As i form, Letters into words, Words into sentences, Sentences into paragraphs, As i try to graph, illusions into reality. Trying to cling on, To the little glimer of HOPE, That you provide me NOW & THEN.
Sometimes i close my eyes Just to get a glimpse of your memory as it gives me hope.