Cry into Paper
a Poem by Raquel Swann
I cry into paper
The pen is my eyes
The ink is my tears
With every stroke
Emotions appear
Words forged in love
Sentences constructed with sadness
Hoping you feel what I feel
In darkness and in light
You may look upon me and think
I’m altogether
As I secretly fall to pieces
Emptiness grows
Weeds in a garden
Not tended
I reach for my pen
And cry into paper
