Stormy hope

Photo by Anders Jildén

The storm kept howling into the night

And I kept thinking of the sun.

After everything, I still hope.

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On Paper

It’s a relief to put everything on paper

And become a character in this tale.

So much easier than actual contemplating,

So less painful than looking in the mirror.

 

For when I’m on paper,

I can see the beauty in tragedy,

Literature in broken sentences,

A drama in the tear drops.

 

Perhaps it will help;

Becoming the character

And losing the self.