Mighty Be My Quill Poem by Katherine H. Belle

Mighty be my quil
Black ink pours from your open mouth
as thoughts from my mind emerge
and take root on yellow stained parchment.

A world of imagination and hope
A world of Despair, and ruthless criticism
A world like so many others before, and after
And yet, so very different at the same time.

Neurological impulses drive through my skull
With the force of a thousand raging bulls
These are my thoughts, my actions
and of them, i write worlds, words, lives, lies

As any other humans could, and has done
I let my emotions overflow from the tip of my pen
My morals, my beliefs, my life
And i lay raw and exposed, and powerful

on a stained piece of parchment
covered in ink
from the pouring mouth
of my mighty quil

I am the past,
I am the future
I am the ink
I am the writer.