Create by Jeanette Winsor

The red ink 

in my red pen 

flows off 

into space. 

I climb on its back 

dashing myself into 

the obscure 

wondering if  

I will rise  

and be free, 

or flounder  

and crash. 

I fly out  

to the edge 

on a cloudless 

day trying to  

keep far from 

the fissures 

and finite chasms 

I throw the words 

that once  

stuck to me 

like barbs 

too wounded 

to share, 

with the world. 

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Jeanette Winsor is a graduate of The Humber School for Writers, Toronto, and has been writing both novels, short stories, and poetry for the past twenty years. Many of her current works are set in Belize where she now resides. Her nonfiction pieces have been published in journals and magazines both nationally and internationally. Her short stories and poems have appeared in, Frustrated Writers, CanWrite Anthology and The Antigonish Review.