Paper Press

I don't allow my pages to press
Face to face
Side to side
For fear the words will blend
The ink will bleed
Telling secrets to strangers
Cleverly disguised between lines
You cannot deny reality
There is certainly no room to cower behind fiction
My search for shame
Leads my pen to a blank page
Each time I require reminder
This is truth
And whoever said truth equals beauty:
I'd like a word with
Perhaps beneath the layers of
greed
and
doubt
confusion
destruction
frustration
desolation
and
fear
Then there...
Beneath all of that
You may find hidden truth
Hidden beauty
But I'll tell you what I see
The capsized illusion of a ship that since sailed
With only two good hands, ink and skin
To rebuild this empty vessel
To re-tell a tale already written
Yet forgotten due to time