Conquering The Page

We write not for glory or acclaim,

But because not to pen those words that roll around our shrieking brains,

would be hell.

So that blank space calls to me.

It lures me with its perfect unsullied,

Satisfying whiteness.

A witness.

Please impress, it says,

With your muddy thoughts and your overflowing emotions.

Lay them on me so that you can sleep at night,

And I will hold them tight.

Then, together, let us share,

With the world,

If you dare.