Paper and grief

The grief and sorrow give birth to words
That spin and weave across the page
In a pattern that only I understand.

They press against my hand, against the pen,
Bursting onto paper with a shout of joy and relief
And a passion forgotten in the sadness.

They mean nothing, but give everything in their existence,
In their need to be born.

The grief in my heart
Is transformed into joy in my book,
Through the pen flying across the page.

Paper and grief

windycorner

Carrum Downs, Australia

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