The delicate fragility of pages

Well-worn from bearing

Every burden imaginable.

How I caress these precious pieces;

My lifeline in times of turmoil.

The solidity of a pen

Gives me a foundation,

Though my heart wavers.

I hold on, as if letting go

Would spell my doom.

Someone listen to me!

Can no one hear

The bitter weeping of my heart?

Save me from myself.

I am afraid.

My world is crumbling;

Once again I flounder

For I was too preoccupied.

Yet here I sit, with pen and paper,

Safe in my place of solace.

Author's note: The power of writing...What is optional for some, is life and breath to me. At the time of writing, I was pondering life and considering the places people find comfort. Written in June of 2017.