Ink
A needle,
Designed the Eagle
Across my chest –
A shield
Against the Darkest Times
Against my Deepest Fears
A stain –
I’ve tried removing
Fading to gray
Still
Its silhouette remains
The Ink –
Resurfacing
Flows
Through my veins
Seeping through the flesh –
Once thick and impenetrable,
Now paper thin
The Eagle attempts again
To cure the brokenhearted
It’s wilted wings
Flight impede
I seize the quill
Trace the outline
Of the Eagle
The body,
Open wings,
Keen eyes,
Let it take flight
For now the Ink will infiltrate my skin,
Hopefully, never to disappear again.
