On Paper
i've started writing again
heavy mind, astrayed heart
on blank thin sheets
made up from pulp of wood, paper,
tears suddenly came
and washed away yesterday's dust
rested on my pale cheeks
paintings on the wall turned grey
vivid colours faded into dark ponder
emotions slowly ate up my words
i long to tell but swallowed
they then linger in silence
round and round in circles
feeding onto my soul
whispering instead
in the corners of my head
sometimes they get cold
the voices,
that my shadows they cover in gloom
thrown a blanket of bleak tomorrow
and that's when i turn to words, again
heavy mind, astrayed heart
on blank thin sheets
made up from pulp of wood, paper,
and all at once a breath of hope
rustles through laden doors
that were once closed in the corners
of my head
now open, guileless
awaiting my seat on
the throne of content
i am enough
By Jessica John Posko 💗 J.J Posko
Instagram: @poetrychips
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