by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I have not placed
ink on my skin
for everyone to see
the forever of ink
is on my heart
and on my soul
and only for me to see 

the remembered words
you told me
the words I could not speak,
but that had to be heard,
they made feelings
in my heart and soul
that had to be shown
to eyes
that were brave enough
to see,
to read,
caring enough
to understand 

I have placed ink
on paper
and drawn
to the feelings
to the truth
about life
and love
and heartache
and joy 

I have painted pictures
in ink,
on paper
for you to see
even though I’m not
an artist 

I used my words 

It’s not about me
or my skin 

Ink on paper
will remain
after I return
to dust 

You will know
and you will see
the forever ink
that was
inside of me 

The words
I could not speak
but that had to be

that were on my
heart and soul 

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

Inspired by a seed of inspiration from Rebecca DeFazio’s poem “529
and the gift of words from Terry on – please visit his site


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