Ink & Paper Poem by Mycho Jamil

In a silent room, in solitude
Is where my thoughts scatter.
I calmly breathe as I focus and reminisce on
each strand of memory in my mind,
I go through the chambers of my heart,
Where all the voids of my swirling emotions reside,
And then I reflect and retrograde
To depict all of these into words.
The smooth texture of the thin paper,
The overwhelming smell of black ink
Going across the sheet, seeping through the pages,
Is where all of my thoughts and emotions belong.
For the poet does not express through speech,
But through writing.

This is how poems are born.