Blood On Paper

Is this what it takes to make art?

To pull my beating heart out of my chest?

As I write, the blood from my heart is used as ink

These words I write are more than just thoughts

They are derived from my very soul

The hurting and healing at a constant tug of war

Battle they do

Whichever one wins in the end

No one shall ever know

However, I will remain with this pen in my hand

Until every last drop of blood is put on paper