The book pages are bare, saying nothing, and everything dark
Lurks like a demon staring at you behind a mirror
Invisible but there watching and waiting
If you fill the pages, it shows you care, and hurts to the touch
If you use your imagination and reflect
You cannot easily forget
You cannot make excuses once its on the pages
Getting words out takes strength
And Courage
And Vulnerability
And Honesty
And Scary truths
From your shadow self
And Happy truths
From your light
There\'s more light than you realize
If you write it, you have to acknowledge it
Whatever *it* is
What if someone sees you for you?
And judges you good or bad or crazy or sad?
It’s easy to hide behind empty pages but
Courage writes from your hands and releases the demons on the pages
Write that shit, say your piece, get it out and set yourself free
The truth doesn’t have to be scary
The truth just is