I am a story, written in blood
and bone, flesh and mind.
Every wrinkle and freckle etched
on my skin is the plot,
written between the covers of a
yet unfinished life.
I live within the blank space; I
am the content between the lines,
overflowing with imagination,
steeped with depth.
My eyes relay the pictures,
changing with each turn of a page.
I walk in prose, breathe in
poetic rhythm.
I exhale, ink on a page.
I really love this metaphor you have going on throughout this little poem! I think that you can do more with it though...I challenge you to embrace the qualities of books, that you've added above: books, plots, stories, depth, pictures, etc. But I think that you can delve deeper to make a more powerful word picture for your readers. Your last lines are you most stunning, in my view: "I walk in prose, breathe in poetic rhythm. I exhale, ink on a page." Those are the type of strong, unique connections that I think you can make throughout the poem. Nicely done! I wish I would have thought of this idea! Love it!
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