Paper sits in front of me,
Empty line by line,
Trying to grasp perfect fantasies,
But my thoughts are caught,
Spinning around,
Those words seem so close,
My tongue can taste their sounds,
My heart can feel their meaning,
But my fingers can't write them down,
They are creatively blocked,
Can't seem to form any letters,
Jumbles of anything useful,
But no sense is ever made,
There's too much being ignored,
A big picture is too general,
My life too specific,
But who would ever know,
No one would dare come close,
Everyone has their little secrets,
So scared of the unveiling,
But I'm not scared,
I can handle attention,
It's nothing but curiosity,
Born to draw people in,
But I am conscious,
Even the bravest can not always hold,
The strongest can break,
Crumbling is inevitable,
But I am the weak,
There is only a light,
There is only a strength to gain,
A weak girl can pull herself up,
A strong girl who has been broken,
Finds everything hopeless,
I however,
Have never given up,
Soon the words will come,
Maybe slow and soft,
Or unbearably loud and hurtful,
Depends how deep the paper can call,
And if my heart will surrender.
