Ink

I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath
my story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul
my scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again
comfort finds me
no longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine

Stripped

I stare upon blank pages
struggling to find the words
that fill the surface
so quietly
they linger
dancing like raindrops
inside my head
stripped down
I close my eyes
and catch my breath
listening to the melody within
nothing else matters
but here
and now
stripped down
to my soul
stripped down
to myself