Breathe

And when I feel stuck in the doldrums of life,
When nothing seems to move anymore,
When I slip down the dark abyss of nothingness,
And my eyes simply don’t wish to search for the light anymore,
I take a breath.

I breathe in the air
That is moist with the tears of poets,
Ringing with the pain of musicians,
Whispering in my ears, the beautiful stories of many unpublished writers,
Ruffling my hair with the agony of star- crossed lovers.

And I chuckle mockingly at my idiocy,
At those grand delusions of misfortune,
At that crippling fear of impending doom,
At my utterly ridiculous naivety.
And before too long,
I burst into hearty laughter,
And boiling tears start to obscure my vision.

But ha! I could never see clearer than that before.
Who do I not have?
A heart full of art waiting to be expressed,
Hands filled with the zeal to create,
Legs tingling with the want to cross boundaries,
A life so boundlessly alive with the courage to meet destiny,

To create history.

Yours truly,

The Ink Warrior.