Life in Ink

Her skin is the same,
albeit darker,
but the same nonetheless.

She ignores the scars,
but not their voices.
Her scars have voices.

She still smiles
despite her dark outlook
on the world.

Behind her eyes
is a mind that holds countless
threats, ideas and desires.

She isn't who she's supposed to be.
She isn't who she used to be.

Her hand stills
when a new thought forms,
pressing itself against her mind.

She stains paper after paper
with story after story;
Now, a piece of her

is free.

[ SJM ]