Words scribbled across paper

were my only friend 

--my only comfort--

after I lost my sister.  My words,penned from crimson grief,carried me throughthe death of my pets.  My words were all I had escape. What helped me to both rememberand forget.  For so long Iwas reluctant to share my words,to expose how I really felt.  But when I, at last,broke that barrier andallowed others to glimpse my words,I was met not with scoff,but with support. Encouragement.  Words were all I hadbut as I began to share them,I also revealed a portion of my soul. I began to make acquaintances,eventually friends.  Words were all I hadbut upon sharing them,they gave me everything I have today.