Not Blank
This page is not blank
Not just empty lines.
I fill it with what
I'm afraid to speak.
What I fear the most
Crawls through these pages
Not caring at all
that it scratches
this clean white paper.
If I were to leave it
inside myself instead...
No
Please
Not that.
So into this maze of white lined pages
It must be let out
To rove and to roam
Free to be itself
or rather
myself.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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