Poets & Poetry

Blank page

There is always a blank page,
Waiting for me.
Yes, waiting for me
To write down what I feel…
It’s fascinating, yet scary
How a white sheet can make you feel.
I feel comfortable around it.
But still hope it would never betray me.
Never disclose my secrets,
My deepest feelings I write on it.
Not to betray me,
Like everyone else did.