Inkpaw

through the many folds of paper 
faded and worn from the fingers of time 
stained with the sticky red syrup 
of bloodshed unjustified 
lost among the many perspectives
scattered across the globe

though your feet may tire
and your back may ache
though your vision may falter
and your muscles may quake
you must keep going
till the sun is in view 
you must keep going
the dawn you must pursue

two letters
one word
all it took
was one kind look
and i found
that friendship 
is maybe not so bad
when you said
hi
to the small kid
in the dark hoodie
in the corner 
scared of being bullied

why wait for the sun to kiss your face 
when you could dance in the rain?
why stand in the shadows, shaking, unblanced
amongst your cripled remanins?
why wiat for your future
when you can live in today 

with the words that spill from lips of blue
faded things
and memories
oak trees and summer sun on backs on winding road
as night and day come and go
mixing spinning 
melding into one big beautiful mess that is you

i used to see pink
when i looked in the mirror
wrapped around me
it was who i was 
even though 
i felt in no way 
pink 
now
when i look in the relflective surface
hanging on the bathroom wall