Just One Page…
One minute there’s so much activity, too much to say…
The next moment it’s so quiet like the calm ending of the day.
I’ve had so much angst and frustration,
just building up and not leaving any space for rumination…
Now that I’ve got the chance to say what I want…
It’s gone, but I know it will be back to haunt.
I should have done this sooner, put myself first and stop fearing the worst,
but there’s nothing more painful than when your own mind is so hateful…
It only brings you down and knocks you over,
until all you can do is wonder,
about why you’re your own worst enemy
and why things aren’t smooth and heavenly,
but the trap that you lay for yourself
Puts you at the back of the shelf,
Where fear and doubt live,
And you can’t give
A single thought until you see that book and rage,
and you have to let it out on just one page.
