Tell It to The Paper

I have tried to leave the weeping to the willows
but I shed my tears anyway.
I simply cannot muster the strength
it takes to dam them up,
hold them back,
or fortify them any longer.
My heart screams at me,
not with words
but with raw emotions,
"TELL IT TO THE PAPER!"
So I tell it to the paper,
for I cannot speak out loud
the words my emotions become.
I fear they could drown in the sound of my voice,
lost in translation
and nobody is listening to me anyway.

So I tell it to the paper,
sometimes writing in words,
sometimes painting in pictures.
However I choose to express myself
the paper is always eager for my touch.
Sometimes I communication with it gently,
sometimes roughly,
sometimes I am dirty,
or silly,
sometimes I laugh with it,
and often times I cry.
The tears I shed are lovingly absorbed,
soaked up,
dried up
and become secrets
locked safely away,
secrets that just the paper and I share.
The paper has become my best lover.
It lies there calmly absorbing my love
and accepting me for everything I am
and everything I am not,
like no other lover has before.
It cradles my tormenting emotions
in a tender and forgiving embrace…like no other lover.

Copyright © 2010 L.Warren