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.

 

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