Life of discord brings me to the page
Back where fingers know to drag fingers
Over pressed tree
Working magic of wand from the carving form of ink
Etched imprint of story
Aching cells of trauma recoil before bursting
Firework display of truth tears open
One more word
One more sentence
One more paragraph
One more page
One more story
Proceeding the unknown ending where autumn meets winter
In the turning spring.
