Let the paper be the carrier of my baggage.

Let the pen scribble, describe and offload my pain on the paper.

Let the words pour out of my mind so I can heal.

Let the words speak my mind,

Maybe turn into a beautiful sonnet

But 14 lines cannot describe my baggage

I need a page and a page and a page

For my pain runs deeper than the ocean.

In fact, I’ll give everyone a page and a pen so they can heal their pain.

Tell stories of their forgotten past

Write letters to their late loved ones.

Words heal

And words will heal me.