| A blank paper And a pen Are my best friends. Anytime I feel heavy, I use them to empty My heart, mind, and soul Of all the negative energy Clouding my eyes. The more I write, The lighter I feel, And the emptier my brain becomes. The paper opens my chest So I may finally breathe again. The pen is the translator of my thoughts. When I am finished, And the page is filled with ink, I feel free. Refreshed. And ready for life again. |