More than grey ink on yellow paper

I can only thank you
for a deemed future
that did not happen

stories that came together
but parted ways
like quills dipped in
different inks
etching out characters
that did not connect
or know each other

I found myself
outside inky shadows
in the blazing sun
tired, terrified
but determined
to let a story find me
as its protagonist
and write itself

I watch narratives
struggle to fit in
with multiple talents
thought processes
that promise to blossom
in all seasons

I’d never have been me
If those stories had met
and blended
in grey tones
on yellowed paper

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RXC#330

Poetics at dVerse