I might never speak again
Except through this pen
Where my voice extends
Beyond the fringe
Of who I’ve been
And where I begin.
These are not my lines,
They are my veins,
And this ink is my blood
Circulating the strain
That sustains my heart
But fills my brain
With this incessant need
To go against the grain.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book The Church of Poetry
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet, editor, songwriter and book cover designer currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife of 22 years and their teenage daughter. Inspired by the world and impassioned by changing for the better, Christopher seeks to plant seeds of profound thought and sing songs of harmony with his words, while exploring both the darkness and the light, searching for a more perfect balance.
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