The Flow

The pen touches the paper and the ink seeps into the space between the lines,

There is no undo despite the uncertainties,

Sometimes mistakes can be made that you come to regret as you move down the page,

But acceptance is inevitable once you realise most things are out of your control,

As you continue to scribble you may even start to appreciate what accidents can become,

You could choose to leave some pages blank,

But the things you avoid saying still say something,

It’s tempting to abandon ideas that are hard to put into words,

Perhaps that’s why they’re worth committing to the page,

Lines are there to guide, but pay them no mind if you begin to write askew,

And if you find a flow where words simply fall into place, by the end

You may be fortunate enough not to recognise your handwriting.