I write: Dear Dreamer

My hands heavy blocks of concrete
My pen sharp as a dagger
I stumble upon words
Letters scream to be released
Still afraid
As I attempt to paint with words
Naked.. Full of truth
I try to shake off the shame of muteness
Why are my words afraid of the light?
My ink is dried out
I press hard
I remind myself: in weakness we find strength
In loneliness we find ourselves
Just write.. Write the letter
I tighten my grip, hold my pen and write:
“Dear dreamer …”

© 2012 ALIA SULTAN

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