9.16.2008

no longer held captive

As long as I can remember,
words
have been my escape
together
we erase the daily grind
riding the stroke of pen and pencil
until
disappearing within the lines of parched linen paper
only to rise
and nourish the people with splashes of ink and charcoal
I hold my fingers up to the sunrise and watch as
imprisoned emotions seep from my skin
words
no longer held captive