Empty Pages

An empty sheet of notebook paper

Staring back at me

It acts as a mirror

My words reflect who I am

The empty lines are words not spoken

Whatever eventually comes out 

I've dug out underneath my layers of skin

An empty sheet of notebook paper

Asking me what I'll become

Where I'll go

I ask myself the same questions

I return to the empty pages every day

And search for an answer.

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[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I'm actually on the process of a new poem which, coincidentally, quite similar with what you have here.

You have interesting thoughts, Megan... Try to vary your writing styles and employ more poetic strategies for a better and fuller effect. I am not an expert on criticizing literary works but I think this suggestion might help you. ;) Thanks for the RRs! :)