Ink
Poetry brings clarity
in a world filled
with insanity
Long time ago
a friendship was born
with a pen
whispered words
from worlds not seen
or heard, truth
Masked in metaphors
but it shines
bright blue
Pen weaved words
bringing comfort
to the soul
Because it will
get beaten down
and worn
Band aids can’t heal
bullet wounds, restoration
found in literary art
In solitude, pen proved
to be the greatest
of friends
Promised to be
loyal till it’s last
breath
Provided a root for
inner strength’s tree
to grow
Leaves of creativity
and hope
fountain flows.
Yesenia Guerra 