Ink Stains

Written By: Anna Bryant


The ink of my pen touches the the page as the people touch my heart. 

Some stab, others grace the page. 
The color mix, 
                               grow,
                                             and change. 
Blending
creating an entirely new color. 

The colors stir the pools of emotions in my soul. 
Creating new life, 
                             new hopes,
                                            new dreams. 

Now for the bigger challenge, 
        To believe there is a stain in me.

There are colors all around us in our life's story. 

                   We are all storytellers. 

Shaping and molding the whole story as the ocean tides with many currents making something new.

What mark will you leave?
 
Photo By: Denise Bryant



  

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