Voice to Paper
when my voice doesn’t carry over distance
and you are far
when I don’t have your ear
when your heart is occupied
and I am likely to overwhelm you
I will talk to the blank page
which will listen
always
when I can’t find counsel
and friends who have space
or I struggle to reach out
I will talk to the blank page
which is there for me
always
when I want to be seen
but seem to be looking for water in a desert
and my cries are swallowed by silence
I will talk to the blank page
which hears me
always
when I rather want to escape into distraction
but instead turn towards my feelings and emotions
and seek peace by talking to the blank page
it is there for me
always
when I need help to process
to create meaning and connection
freeing myself of what I am obsessing over
I will talk to the blank page
which is open to me
always
when I share what my hand is compelled to write
I feel vulnerable
I feel exposed
no longer able to hide
what’s going on for me
when I let it get out of hand
(and on paper)
I might be misunderstood
and read in ways I couldn’t possibly anticipate
though speaking from my heart with no regrets
I take risks
with the doubts, projections and other delicate things hidden in the play of my words
not fixed and set in stone but raising
and expressing questions
not seeking answers
living by my words