Paper,
My tissue
Soaking the tears of my soul
Expressing the trials of my heart
The black flowing script
Blotched by tears
Scalding my cheek
Burning my heart
Wiping it up
Accepting the words
Telling me
In her innocent way
That everything will be ok
And no emotion
Is too big for it to accept.
The white, pure innocent
Is hard to mar
But breaking in..
Relief surges through my veins,
My tears cried
My soul lifted
A new voice rustles through the pages.