Ode to the paper

The feelings pour out, soul spilling on white

Purging the weight I've carried through night

No judgment, no critique of my past sins and scars

Just open arms waiting, no matter how far

The Paper has saved me, time after time

Held every storm, every tear, every crime

Against my own heart, when the words wouldn't come

Fog in my head, but the blank page was home

The Paper, the Paper, the Paper was there

Faultless and free, always ready to care

Never selfish, never asking a thing

Just giving itself for the soul I could bring

Bleed every emotion held back for so long

Release what was wrong, let the healing prolong

Thank you... thank you...

My pinstriped white armor, forever strong

Times it got dark, thought I'd fade from this place

No one would notice, no light on my face

But the Paper stayed steady, took every despair

Gave voice to the silence, showed someone was there

Secrets laid bare in alphabetical grace

Kept safe on the surface, no judgment, no trace

(Unless some nosy soul peeks in my book)

But that's not on the Paper—it's pure, it's the hook

The Paper, the Paper, the Paper was there

Faultless and free, always ready to care

Never selfish, never asking a thing

Just giving itself for the soul I could bring

Better the collective, spread knowledge, save lives

Saved this lost soul through the darkest of nights

Thank you... thank you...

Without you, who knows where I'd be tonight

Gratitude woke me from writer's block chains

Enlightened by thanks, through the joy and the pain

For all that you've held, for the space you provide

I am forever indebted... my faithful guide

The Paper... the Paper...

Thank you... thank you...