The Letter
Tears fall on the page, smudging past mistakes and spelt out feelings. The colloquial memories and paper flashbacks once merged by a pen, instead merged by my tears.
On this page I rest my hopes and now my fears. Which have appeared, bolder than before, bolder than the pen strokes they once were. Growing at great speed into an imposing inky creature, that slips through tear ducts and takes residence in doubting thoughts.
It is these thoughts that take hold, and as the creature expands and leaves it’s sooty footprints along my conscious, the thoughts spawn and I am left to struggle on.
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