Paper & pen

Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

You said the

Morning isn’t

Your time

Quietly

Sipping tea

You make it work

Anyway

Pain

You don’t know

Anymore

Where

Everywhere

Here

You watch the day

You are it

It is about air

Air & shreds

Of things unsaid

You are about

Paper & pens

Pens & paper

Breathing in

Somehow

Even though

The fire of things

Consumes you

You play along

Ink in hand

You are silver

Facing flame

You become

A few things

They become you

Never flaunting

Anything

Nothing orders you

Except circumstance

& aching

Sometimes alive

You make it work

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

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