C-L-S

Every 

word 

you say has the power to 

alter the 

world,

every sentence has the power 

to 

create 

and 

destroy,

every paragraph has the 

It is started by a piece of paper

written in blue pen ink

smeared as it is folded twice

passed to a friend.

Purple marker replies to blue pen

folded up the same way as before;

There was this girl

With eyes the color

Of the sky that fills

Your childhood memories

She had dirty blond hair

Always in a braid

A braid that held more flowers

Then cherry blossom trees

Some days

It’s hard to find

A reason

To get out of bed

The depression claws

At me

Begging me

To just stay there

Sink into the darkness

And disappear

But I don’t want to

Do that

smack crack whack 

the clinking clanking sound of hammer hitting anvil

the hiss of a fire, the crackle of the coals

Purple paper ripped out of my notebook 

you're beautiful in all the ways 

it says in my purple fountain pen 

I taught my sister how to hold the pen 

and she wrote me the note