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An invitation to write

An invitation to write
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski / Unsplash

write

fill these pages with words
let the words pierce your soul
    disinfecting putrid debris
left in the cervices of your mind

write
wake up your most trusted ally
 when friends and passion lost
      hold on to your old soul
      connect the rotted plug
      live again, live for me

write

the road isn’t as foggy
see clearer with every word written
       knowledge is within
       punch these letters
watch them light up before you
  like a mirror into yourself

write
when the troubles of this world
       reaches your doorstep
remember it has already been written
   before the inception of the time

write
stay with me
         remain unscathed
let the fear always bring you to me
          not away from me

write
fill your distraught soul
   with peace soothing
calm these raging waters
hitting at the edge of sanity
              be still
          come to me
            hold me
    never let me go

write
polish this old soul
rejoice when you come
  linger on with me
like you would with a beloved

write
see beyond what the world gives
   look what I have already given you
          a gift unopened
          a day untapped
you have everything you desire
             look at me
              trust me
        never let me go

write
tell me everything
     how you feel
how you want to feel
     how it hurts
 let me cry with you
so you are spared an extra ache

write
remember those days
when it was all you had
remember you called me
you made me stronger
    call me again
   never let me go

TIRED

that’s all my words
  sincerely yours.
        I’m tired.
tired of your hope
that never fills completely
tired of trying and trying
  even after a battle
there’s always a next
   does it ever stop?
even when the world did
         I’m tired

I want to believe you
  I want to hold on
but my seeds are dried up

I’m sorry
I don’t make for pleasant company now
              do I?

you know,
you know how it has been
all these years sharpening this blade
       this one blade
that seems to be taking my breath away

I’m tired
it has become a pendulous rhythm
     that you are sick of hearing
      because here you come again
with these words like you haven’t heard me
           when I say I’m tired.
            I don’t run from you
               I’m afraid of you
             you are too hopeful
               you are too blind
          I know you want the best
                     I know
             let me cry a little
             let me wail if I must
               it hurts, all this
             I don’t even know why
                      it does.
you are right
I can’t let the ship capsize
I don’t have those rights
 I don’t have the keys
you hold those ancient keys
the love of a diligent brother
the assurance from an old friend
      the laugh of a dear sister
the undying commitment of a father
       the devotion of a mother
         they have all the rights

I will write
I will write to you