The only peace is on the page.

Where it all makes sense to me.

Where I find my soul. Is on the page.

I’m blending away every mistake,

And it’s form is taking shape.

She’s stronger than me, her eyes glow in the dark.

Her skin dark and smooth.

She carries the confidence needed to walk through.

To make it through.

She has seen her share of war,

But she’s not lost a battle within herself.

I envy her and I hate myself for not being more like her.

She lies deep within underneath all of the doubt and fear.

If I put her on this page, will she rise up in me?