The Me Between the Lines

What a Friday at One Stop Poetry! We have been challenged with the daunting task of writing! Brian Miller has shared the wonderful tale of his beginnings as a blogger, one that I'm sure so many of us can relate to. So for this weeks Friday Poetically...I am go to write, and perhaps share with you, why I do. 

 To the Paper

There is another version of myself, that I don't show the world

For fear that they will run from me...I'm not a normal girl.

Longing for acceptance, I wear the face I must

And to the paper I escape before the real me rusts.

There is truth within my pen yet I'm too afraid to share

Unless I hide between the lines and act like I don't care

With easy words I build my mask, that hides my secret smile

And hope between the lines you'll stay with me but for a little while.

To the paper I must run when my facade starts to break down

When this world has beaten me and turned my truth around

When my pen just wants to bleed, a vein straight from my heart

When my life spills forth, line by line, each word ripping me apart.

To the paper where I share the thoughts I don't dare say

It's the blanket where I can let my troubles simply lay

It's the shoulder that I need on days I have to cry

It's the real me that you'll find, hidden between these lines

It's where I find my sanity when I start to doubt

That in this world I'll never really figure it all out

It's where I love, it's where I live, it's all I really need

It's to that paper that I run when my pen starts to bleed.

It is my church where I am able to speak with the divine

And if you really want to know me just read between the lines.

I am here and I am ready, to share my truth with you

But only if you seek me out and say you'll share yours too.

Natasha Head 2011