White piece of paper

A white piece of paper politely sits like a quiet cloud 

with many other pieces of paper with her 

together they sit 

together they make one notepad

One book 

one place for others to write their words , 

when there’s a need to place pen to paper 

a need a want or a wish 

Here it is sitting inside 

wandering what it would be like to be something else for awhile 

a cotton cloud 

without words from another in her space 

a dreaming dove tenderly travelling the sky 

resting on the branches of a tree 

Just able to be without having words there 

sometimes paper might feel nice with words from another 

other times there might be a helpless feeling of 

‘ but they are sad ‘

’ I don’t want those words with me today ‘ 

and .. sometimes they might be accepted 

other times they might feel unwanted in their space 

here is a place for someone else’s words 

someone else’s voice 

yet where’s the words she wishes to write 

where are the words from the piece of paper 

just can’t write any 

their always someone else’s

never her own