Calligraphy.

Passion;
A word undermining my sentiments,
As the ink flows onto paper.

This is my sanctuary,
My true embrace towards reality,
The only reliable listener.

I’ll reveal my darkest moments,
Confess my dominant emotions,
But will only be perceived as tangled words.

Etching letters onto paper,
Fury releasing emotions as pressure.
Trace your fingers over the ridges left,
And tell me what you perceive.

This is me;
Throwing my resentment towards you,
Without having you feel even one blow of it.

Pouring my heart onto lines,
Devotion releasing as symbol.
Re-read over our history,
As truthfully as it is in my heart.

This is me;
Screaming all of my emotions towards you,
Without having you hear one word of it.

Exercising my thoughts with phrases,
Wonder releases as options.
Take a look at what I question,
And understand how my mind wonders.

This is me;
Questioning my judgment towards you,
Without having you answer anything in return.

Closure;
A word identifying the outcome
As the finishing touches are placed.

This is what tames my feelings,
My rationality put back into place,
The only thing that will keep me sane.

These are my words…