Composed 3/3/14
Description: I started this in mid-February, but I finished it today. Simply, this is the importance of writing.
The pen my true voice
The page my sole confidant
When I must hide my thoughts from the eyes of the world you remain
To contain my soul in the hearts of trees
And bury my worries in pixel sleeves
You drain the pain of my mind through my fingertips
Without the burden of worry and regret
But you preserve the raw so I won’t forget
The true identity of my soul
The lessons of a life lived
Scraps of Paper 