Indelible

The stains are here forever,

but that doesn’t mean that they 

can’t be removed.

 

Not merely covered up,

but changed,

remade.

 

I have spilled a lot of ink,

and even more blood.

Yet I no longer cry,

over the shapes they formed.

 

Words don’t come so easily,

and when they do they flutter.

So all I can say is thank you.

Thank you, and no other.