I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
The pen bleeds black
into my DNA.
Unable to erase
my yesterday.
Poisoned by the ink
carelessly used
by every writer
and those they knew.
I try to remove
your permanent marks
left on me
as my life embarks.
I saw your veins
filled with doubt
before you saw
your way out.
The marks you left
celebrated your pain
and the marks I kept
remain the same.
I often ask why
you penned my story.
But now is my time
and there’s no hurry.
My veins run black
like the pen I hold
as I become
the story that you told.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 