Ink -- A Poem

Ink stained hands

reveal furious ideas,

hastily documented

before they slip out of mind.

Smears of ink

like symbols,

representing a burning passion

for recording emotions

                      experiences

              life.

Inky black marks,

letters, that become words

            that become sentences

    that become saviors,

        saving beings from themselves,

        freeing beings from themselves.

Ink as blood,

entering the bloodstream so that

feelings and dreams can bleed out

                onto paper

                into reality,

no longer trapped in the mind,

for the ink has set them free.