Blank page of repression.

by blossom666

Where else can I write these words, but here on

the empty page away from prying eyes

and praising sighs.

Where else, but here, can my soul appear in black

and white and cry soft tears

of repressed beauty.

Where else, but here, can I bow my head and utter whispers of truth

to an unknown audience

and silent critics.

Karen Hayward ©2016