Influencing Paper

I wrote a poem...about poetry :)

Influencing Paper

the influence of

the world

is strong, but not stronger

than my influence

of myself

or so I’d like to think

think, think

I’m living inside

my head, my safe haven—

as the cliché

would say,

my own tiny,

little world

little, confined space

 where enough thinking for

the world occurs,

 until it’s entirely

too much

too much to hold in

too little

an area

share with someone—

no, who might truly understand,

in words spoken?

I wouldn’t—or couldn’t

share anyway

with words not being read

but paper is

my best friend

when filled with

flowing thoughts

my worst enemy

when filled with

frightening blankness

paper will

always understand

the thoughts I

try to release

paper will

always make

the world understand

understand my influence

of myself

so I can think about

everything again