The delicate fragility of pages
Well-worn from bearing
Every burden imaginable.
How I caress these precious pieces;
My lifeline in times of turmoil.
The solidity of a pen
Gives me a foundation,
Though my heart wavers.
I hold on, as if letting go
Would spell my doom.
Someone listen to me!
Can no one hear
The bitter weeping of my heart?
Save me from myself.
I am afraid.
My world is crumbling;
Once again I flounder
For I was too preoccupied.
Yet here I sit, with pen and paper,
Safe in my place of solace.
Author's note: The power of writing...What is optional for some, is life and breath to me. At the time of writing, I was pondering life and considering the places people find comfort. Written in June of 2017.
