Shifting Script

The pen hesitates,

loops falter in uneven arcs.

Lines break where they once held,

a fragile rhythm stammering on paper.

Letters crowd, then stray apart,

a slow dance of fingers losing pace.

Ink bleeds into the grain,

a language slipping from memory.

Signature breaks—a fractured song,

a voice caught beneath trembling skin.

This handwriting no longer belongs,

a face cracked in faded ink,

drawn by hands that don’t trust the line.