Speaking From the Heart
A blank sheet of paper,
My clean slate;
My lust for inspiration
To dictate my fate.
The pen hits the parchment
At the end of each day;
My secrets are bared
All the things I can't say.
My trumphs, my failures,
My tales of lost love,
Or the time I forgot
To turn off the stove.
The darkness, the mask
Ugly hurt and the sad;
All the good things I've done,
To prove Im not bad.
The secrets I keep,
To protect Mom and Dad
I stare down at my list,
What else can I add?
As my truth dresses the lines,
My words haunt and they heal.
Applaud the teacher inspiring me
Accuse the man! My innocence he steals.
A cry for help, a glimmer of hope,
I am heard! I'm not alone!
An assurance that with pen and paper,
I am always home.
I don't write for fame, for wealth;
My truth is not renowned or known.
My writing is my heart's release,
Not yet for eyes that aren't my own.
One day they'll be ready,
They'll be polished, they'll be strong!
Dedicated to the youth
Asking "Where do I belong?"
My words will assure them,
There are people just like you!
"Love yourslef!" They'll advise,
"And love what you do!
"The journey to self
Is laced with adventure and fear
Just trust your heart as it says
"I have the answers in here!"
So when you need inspiration
And you can't hear your heart,
A blank piece of paper
Is a great place to start.