After you turn the page
On a momentous chapter in your life
Or in fact an epoch snatched with rage
It feels as though the ink will seep
Through chapters to come like a piercing knife
And with each burning stain you’ll weep
Each time you go to write a new verse
Despite each beautiful segment
The ooze of ink will seem worse
So then you’ll try a different avenue
A pattern not of hatred and resent
Instead of ink the color blue
Your entries will be swirls of gold
Will each happy memory be true?
Elements of fiction may be twisted in
A new woman, headstrong, confident, bold
Living for the hopes and dreams within
Admirers of her art beg to enter
The next part of such a work of literature
Their gushing sentiments try to prompt her
But as she endeavors to write her life epic
An unfinished chapter is all she can still picture
njm. 