Written SoulWhat are you to do when the page is blank,
And all you can do is sit in front of it,
Wondering if anything will ever come of,
The dull white piece of paper?
It's amazing how we can fill a simple,
Lone snow-frosted page with words that
No one will ever truly know or understand.
They'll write out their soul and set it free,
For the world to see.
Seems silly to me.
But even here, I write. I write my own,
Thoughts and will soon set them on their own
Course in the cyber world. I could write about how I miss him.
I could write about how I hate her, how I need him,
How I loathe her, how I love him. I could write about my
Struggle, my hope, my pain, my joy.
But today I shall write my thoughts about the very manner I am doing right now.
Funny, right? Here I write my thoughts.
All the things we could do in life and some of us
Choose to set the one personal thing we have
In this world free for the world to see, but they'll
Never truly know that writer's soul,
As they may think they will.