Ink by Buddha Qais

They celebrated my birth,

They kissed the earth,

Whispered in my ear of my worth,

The sky’s the limit, 

As I grew,

The limits did too,

Who knew?

Kept further away from a sky blue,

Commands of what to do,

Leaving no Instructions or a clue,

Friend’s promises of no judgment,

All you hear are never ending comments,

My persistence grew,

Seeking a life anew,

Claims of an open ear,

Although when I spoke, none were near,

I found a friend,

On whom I can depend,

An ear is what he’d lend,

What he did best, was mend,

Thank you Friend,

An inanimate object,

More soulful than what walked the lands,

Paper & blood,

Ink on a page….

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