Lost lines

 

I was once but an empty page
then my pages filled and I made a change
I scribbled out my painful past
I began to paint new paragraphs
I ended the sentence of someone I was not
Pushed down my pen with full stop
I replaced the cover of my book,
The heavy one that brought no luck
I erased the words which had made me sink
I created more with brand new ink
Between the lines, I was no longer lost
I proceeded to write a better plot
Finding chapters from those haunting years
Still blurred and faded from my tears
I held the pages in my hand, only then I could understand
Id burnt away a thousand words
Parts of me that would never be heard
All the paper I’d torn out
The ones I couldn’t bare to read out loud
Stories the world would never find,
Left for only me, in the pages of my mind