My mind speaks in metaphors
The tongue twisted
Pen in hand trembling
Anxiety wanting attention
Pulling words out of my mouth
Only to find that it's teeth
Silent screams are deafening
Along with this blank sheet of paper
It beckons to be used
It always has
Strings of words dance around
My mind speaks in metaphors
Still the paper is empty
Depression curls me into a warm embrace
Never letting me go
I'm safe here
The blank page screams louder
Seemingly brighter
With also a sense of sorrow
Words scratch at the inside of my mind
Waiting to be heard
Wanting to be heard
Still the page is empty
Anxiety joins in on the embrace
The blank page still waiting
But this is home
The pen falls out of my hand
Leaving a mark on the paper
Beckoning me to continue
Fear takes my hand
Assures me I'm going to be okay
The page ignored
Words eventually quiet
The swell of screams
Now only a whisper
Continuing to wrap me in a tighter embrace
I'm warm
I'm safe here.
The blank paper now dim
Filled with heartache
But no words
