It’s real and in my hands
The culmination of a grand idea
The plant that grew
from the soil of frustration,
desperation, and pain
So small and yet so heavy
and I would gladly trade it
and all that’s contained within
to have never felt the emotions
contained within its pages
There in black and white
the struggle to maintain
something so important
and the crushing realization
when it all cam crashing down
A storm of mixed emotions
as I glance down at the cover
and think of what it took
to piece it all together
I can’t turn the pages
I don’t have the strength
to risk repeating all that angst
spilled upon that paper
I hope others can get something
out of my catharsis
and maybe I can grow from this
now that it is real