Sometimes I make the pages bleed,
My overwhelming feelings penetrating the paper,
using my trusty pen;
With piercing words of sadness, angst, and happiness,
revealing the vulnerability within me that is so deep.
Sometimes my soul just scream onto the page,
giving my mind relief and telling my darkest secrets,
letting people know that I won't ever change.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2017
This poem just popped into the head the other night when I was writing in my journal. The pages of my journal sometimes get abused lol. 😄
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