Pen and paper, feelings written down

Emotions on paper flitting around

Feelings on paper on the ground

Feelings on paper blown on the street

Being trampled by the hurrying feet

Pen and paper keep me sane

Keeping silent unless read

Never whispering a single word

Not even to the twilight sky.

Pen and paper unless read

Will keep my secrets, all unsaid

When kept from prying eyes

No one will know, no one will see

That all these things came from me

Secrets safe, secrets sound

Secrets hidden, written down

Emotions, feelings, secrets written down

Hopefully, hopefully never found.

Poetry is such a lovely name

For a pastime to keep me sane

Words flit in and out, like birds,

Escaping lest they be captured

Forever on a snow-white page.

Ann Scarborough