Staring at a blank piece of paper,
wondering what to write,
I have so many in mind,
that nothing is coming out.
A white sheet is how it is,
The imagination of my life,
When the truth is the opposite,
Everything is in fact black.
As tears racing down my cheeks,
In the dark I sat,
Hoping to be saved by someone,
To catch a glimpse of light and shine again.
Little did I know,
That sheet of paper has turned darker,
Only a change of heart can bring back,
The light that is once gone and turn it white.
shs
