Just Paper
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Writing a poem is like a therapy session with no therapist
You see
You load a pen with emotion
And let it spill out onto a lifeless piece of paper
And you cover it with anger and sadness
As pen strokes create crystal castles
Or china shops
And for some reason
You hope by the end of the poem
That it somehow comforts you
Every second
Every minor detail
Every line
Forms a moment that will be preserved forever on a piece of paper…
But that’s just it
Its just a piece of paper
It can’t relate to you
Or pat you on the back
It can’t give you a hug
It’s just a conversation with yourself
And I don’t find myself helpful
So to all you poets that find comfort in paper
Let this piece be the bull to your china shop.