Perspective

graphite memories (@Akhyitah / Bill Temple)

Poets : Bill Temple / Akhyitah

theme : pencils

graphite memories

Trimmed, it sat at the desk, and twice I contemplated to write,

On the blank canvas of life, over translucent white sheet of strife

Case my miniature stories, it is a little more than mere graphite

Sketching over the greyish dim word; fiery, mightier than knife

And when I relented to my hesitation, held it in my hand

delicately, fearing pebbles weathering, crumbling into sand,

I feared, my secrets into poems would look less grand

but it is my life, on that I will stand

In my hand it feels like a scalpel, dissecting my life's memories

Bringing out words and feelings, often detached and foreign to me

Once hidden behind a shrouded veil, they now flow easy and free

Yet guarded and kept, how much do I want you to see

the words, like a perpetual neon sign

share, in bright colours, what was always mine

I may regret this decision at some point in time

but for now, this is my life, sublime