Spilled Ink

Pen to paper—
feels like an old friend.
It’s been too long,
we meet again.

I’ve been busy with life,
avoiding the voice inside,
seeking truth
outside of the lie.

Pen and paper—
secret keepers,
closest friends.
Truth whispers.

I’m asking,
I’m listening,
I’m daring—
once again.

These words tell a story
I have yet to know.
Author of my life,
I know what’s inside.

It bleeds bright.

Pen to paper—
a release from mind,
one step closer
to the heart.

- Liz Haskins