An empty page could render support,
like someone offering their shoulders
to surrender their burdens on; it's unbelievable.
I felt like empathy was being shared
by something that doesn't speak,
yet understands everything.
My friend had advised me to pen all my feelings on this empty page; I was hesitant initially,
and now, slowly, it feels like it has become my comfort zone, my home.
Her words gave me courage and strength,
making this space feel alive.
I write literary genres as my therapy,
for happiness, and believe this to be a trustworthy space.
This one blank page, an empty space, has mystical powers that obliterate the past, bestowing a new version of myself with grace.