Ink and Heart

A thought crossed her mind one day. 

Mulled over it and said, why not? 

Opened Notes and typed away. 

The maybe's, what if's, hopes and inferences, all made way on the blank sheet. 

Drizzling at first, but a while later, it started pouring. 

Not every story leaks from her mouth. 

Some just drain on the bare sheet and fill it. 

Words are amazing. 

She was amazed at what she could create. 

She could inspire. 

She could destroy. 

She could heal. 

She could light fires within. 

A pity it is though, that not all can comprehend her thoughts.