Any Port In A Storm

We writers have many dimensions.

I take refuge in this ink.

I go to worship with

the point of my nib

poised like a dirk,

as I seek solace

from the slings and arrows

of existence.

I force myself into the

barrel of my pen

until I haemorrhage upon

virgin paper.

My bloodied thoughts

spilled upon the page.

I hide within

the world of words,

a make believe place

where I can convince myself

I am simply normal,

artistic and quirky maybe,

but a normal human being.

Yet in my heart

I know that my soul

is in tatters

as I try to piece together

the language of my anger and hurt,

with my Biro.

 

23/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

our writing is definitely our sanctuary---our safe place---and yes, we are a quirky lot.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Glad you agree Jacob. Many thank yous!