Renewal

I forgot what it was like

how I used to write.

The letters spinning out my anger

blood, rage, sadness spilling about

coating all over the page

an ink so bloody it’s blue

dripping down the corner

soaking over my pencil spilled emotions.

Let the poisons be released

to refresh and begin once again.

—a flower budding in the corner

awaiting her time of renewal.

A.M.//@the_writing_hands || 06.23.21