The sheer white
paper dares
me to fill
it up with beautiful
words and
stories but
I tell the
paper that
I ran out of
words like a dying
balloon out of
air and the only
words that
I have left are the
ones used to say that the
words are all gone and the
paper mocks
me with its bright
white that
I need to fill up with
beauty
paper dares
me to fill
it up with beautiful
words and
stories but
I tell the
paper that
I ran out of
words like a dying
balloon out of
air and the only
words that
I have left are the
ones used to say that the
words are all gone and the
paper mocks
me with its bright
white that
I need to fill up with
beauty
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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