Behind a Blank Page

Might be a little mellow dramatic but I wrote this about what it felt like to write a while back.

No one understands

They don’t get it

They don’t see that writing is more than writing

They see words on a page

Fictional words that may or may not connect to them


They don’t see the tears and thought

Put into each word

They don’t realize

That the word “tears” is used in the most literal way


They don’t see that my writing

Causes me agony and pain


That when I write in the darkness

I am in the darkness


They don’t see

What happens behind a blank sheet


I am needed


To keep writing