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.