No place to run

My heart beats on every page my pen touches,

And I can’t help but ponder why on paper,

I’ve given enough but with out words, it’s beyond lost,

I can’t begin to speak my heart, or where I am,

I trust through silence my writings speak loud,

Taking you where I find myself, and left myself.

I can’t control where my hand takes me,

But if I could say what I can write, you wouldn’t be far from me,

I guess I learned how to hide behind my words,

I don’t expect you to read everything I write,

But I always thought forgiveness is just a letter away,

I’m so far kept from feeling my emotions that I believed they didn’t exist.

When in reality they do, there're loud and speaking,

Words wind me to hear my own pain,

And I’m too stubborn to allow them to settle,

Looks like my heart is heavy and I ran out of words,

Maybe even time, my anger took the best from me,

And now I’m placing my heart on paper again.

I don’t have a place to run, I’m timid, you see me,

My guard is completely down along with my wings,

It’s your time to make your call, this is me, my fear,

And my time to realize how words hurt,

My heart is on paper but not far from you…