I paint this page with words
So eloquent each stroke. Precise.
Strategic in exposing the hidden dirt.
And in the darkest of corners, shine this light.
I fill this page with words
In hopes to empty this heart—
Of mine. So resilient to the hurts,
the crimes, leaving the toughest stains and marks.
I pack this page with words; in
love, onto leaf I transfer these transgressions
When pen kisses paper, I deliver these burdens
Released repression, pain provoked obsessions, my confessions.
I burn this page of words
Smile as smoke rises, goodbye caresses me
Only now am I able to move forward
No longer my pains but yours. I am free.