The blank page is beautiful
until I start writing words.
When that happens
nothing else matters.
Writing can be ugly
and just as beautiful.
Many
are content with the blank page
without blemish
without profanity
or emotion.
It speaks, to the invisible fears
inside all of us.
Writing is a way
to turn
the invisible
into something
ugly
or beautiful—
to unveil the mystery.
NOTHING
is peaceful
and
it gives us nowhere to go.
Writing
has no end.
I have been going to work for a long time
and I hear the voices that I try to write down.
They speak of vacations
of promotions and prestige
of gossip and intrigue
They talk of associations, with the most powerful
They clamor for attention
in a life that’s fleeting.
In my current position
I have been blessed
to figure-out who I am.
I was always there
but one day, I gave myself permission
to write it down.
People read it
and hate it.
Few
understand it.
It’s convenient to package paper
in stacks of 500.
They all look the same
because nobody has written
on it.
Some
try to erase their messy words for approval
or edit their profanity.
Many
care what people will say.
They try to guard their reputations.
Soon
they are socially acceptable
but they are not accepted, for who they are
but for
their BLANK page
that people look at
and toss away.
Society accepts
the NOTHING
that expects nothing.
The more each person is accepted
the blanker they become
like
a page
with nothing on it.
Writing can be anything and everything. I remember hearing that somewhere, but it holds true. We can pour our emotions and thoughts into it, and what emerges can be beautiful, terrifying, etc.
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Yes–:)
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Well said
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Thanks Susan!!! 🙂
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