By Katie Drobina

We take blank pages and ink them
in black
with words.
Only words to some,
for others,
holy
sacraments.

We feel deeply,
tread softly,
piercing the atmosphere
with
human experiences
human emotions
human reactions
begging to be unlocked from their confinement,
given their rightful reverence-
their opportunity to be held and to be healed.

We hold pens in our hands
respecting the sacred power they offer,
not only to ourselves but
to the future.

We write because we have to.
You see, these words
cannot sit idle
cannot be locked inside
cannot not be shared. Because
someday,
they will change the world.

So we take blank pages
and ink them
in black.