Wednesday, January 29, 2014


The Page Talks Back
"Well,  I can't complain."
Come now, come plain.
Come clean, be honest.
For all those who will not,
who demand your compliance
(I'm fine thank you dear),
I lend you my ear.
I am your blank page.
Pour out all your
rage,
your impolite doubting,
your fears and your pain.
And what shall you gain?
Perhaps not at all,
but I will catch the ball
or at least see it fall.
The first step to healing
of pain is the feeling.

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