The Fountain Pen of Life

I awoke from this sub reality when I saw my eyes,
So big and dominating the landscape of my face.
This contact with the body outside my body
Woke me up from that world so cloudy,
Yet a mindset so clear to me.

Writing poetry is almost a common ground,
Compared to two years ago when it was new.
I'm learning how to smile through poetry,
Yet its been taken away from me
In real life.

Yet poetry is my new real life,
Making my old real life a memory,
So the characters who were once metaphors,
Are now turning into my friends and enemies.
Sometimes even both.

My life before poetry is a memory,
And the future is a dream
That I have yet to write out
With this magic ink;
The Fountain Pen of Life.

This pen is to wand as I am to sorcerer.
I command its every inklings weekly,
Until the weaklings bleeding from it,
Encompass the page into what I want;
What I want is a Poetry Reality.