I pick it up, my mind goes wild

I move it around, my heart smiles.

The way it moves on this sheet of white

Makes the words in black a beautiful sight.

My thoughts cannot be hidden here,

Notebook after notebook I hold them dear.

I depend on you when my mind needs to be free,

Words of hurt, happiness, and in between.

You’ve always been there, when I felt alone,

Waiting for me, the paper is our home.

I care for you without a doubt,

You know me best inside and out.

Never has it mattered what I say,

You let me release how I feel in any way.

When I lost my dad, is close to when we met,

And you have stayed dear ever since.

Or the day I walked across that stage,

We wrote to people who thought they’d lost their way.

You and I have a different kind of loyalty;

I depend on you in times of need,

My saving grace, poetry.