by mandaceehb

You touched me today

And made me realise that maybe

You can’t ever write well until you’ve been deeply hurt


This is the pain that will sharpen your blunt pen

Spear your words to pierce

And strike souls where they hollow when you finally release your

Clenched fingers

And the blood that has been breeding beneath your nails for so long


You bore us a part of you today

And opened yourself, a vulnerable page

But this time we won’t rip you from the spine

We will spill our belated condolences over beautiful words in raindrop tears

Clear, salty and free