The act of writing gives me solace and understanding as my thoughts and emotions flow freely onto the page. However, there is a reluctance to share these innermost feelings with others, stemming from a fear of vulnerability and judgment.
Paper Therapy
No one hears me, but my paper knows me,
I put pen to paper, and words flow out like a river to a sea.
It’s my fault that no one can know,
Because that’s the one thing about me I don’t show.
When I do, and someone stumbles upon it,
I’m scared, and I cannot sit.
I get up, and I leave,
I leave the golden showers of leaves heaped upon the green grass,
And I sit down with my good friends,
I will introduce you to them, since you actually know them,
This is Pen, the connection between my feelings and I,
And this is Paper, the only record of who I am.
My words mean nothing if they don’t come from Pen and Paper,
But one day I will introduce a new friend to them,
A glorious friend they will know!
My future friend is Speaking,
I’m not very comfortable with Speaking, no,
I work with her, but my words cannot mean anything coming from her.
No, I’m not friends with her yet,
But I will be,
For now though, I’ll stick to my paper therapy.