I Write

Sydney Spencer

Staff Writer

Who is my inspiration?

At first glance I couldn’t tell you

Because for me?

I write of beauty

And the simple intricacies

In sharp pencil lines

And smeared pen on my left hand

o u t l i n i n g my insecurities

Tracing my demons

And printing them on a page

I write of the endless time

A broken clock that is never wrong

Drawing wrinkles and smile lines

Sketching grey hair down my back

Framing the scars that tell my stories

I write of pain

The plain pain of a painter

Painting the past with all her gory details

Omitting the eyelashes and enhancing the gashes

As the soft bristles caress the skin in her reflection

Sculpting the future in her flesh and mud

I write of picturesque mourning

Dawn and dusk

A sunset of sorrows

And a green flash of grief

As it dissipates into the horizon

I write of crowded solitude

The deafening s i l e n c e

Of a full house

With no one around to hear you breathe

I write of beginnings and endings

The before and after

Near and far

Longing and regret

And everything in between

But most of all I write of love

The love of a stranger

As they caress the cheek of their newborn son

Rising in an empty peak

Peeking through the trees

Overlooking the mountainside

The love of Nature

And the indescribable smell of asphalt after it rains

That never fails to bring a smile to my face

As she stands

Draped in an elegant fog

In the greenest of all the forests in the desert

Hiding in the calm as she overlooks her angry ocean

Lapping at my feet

The love of beauty

And the fickle love of a body

With protruding collarbones

And powerful thighs

And a pair of strong arms to match

Completed by a set of deep ocean eyes

Holding back the tidal wave of billion secrets

And a million words

To tell a hundred thousand stories

Complimented by ten thousand bruises

And a thousand more cuts

Twisted into a hundred imperfections

With ten fingers

One brilliant mind

And only half a heart to love it all

Who is my inspiration?

We weren’t always friends

And I never used to like her

But I’m starting to