Colored or white,

plain or lined,

a paper is always a good start.

Silent in its kind,

it is the first to know what is on your mind.

It may sit without a scratch,

peacefully waiting for some flavor and rhyme,

for it is when your pen tickles its surface,

that it finds its perfect match.

A simple encounter though it may seem,

tell me in a world devoid of writing,

how would you feel.

It is a powerful bridge of words,

telling the story of forgotten worlds,

defrosting stories on hold,

fearing to remain untold.

A paper’s whisper comes into play,

providing history its way,

so that no chapter withers away.

Heavy feelings weigh less when jotted down,

the only remedy for you not to drown,

a type of therapy they say,

when not a soul can save the day.

When words said out loud sting,

it is your pen that sings,

a waltz of emotion,

 woven to make up for the unspoken.

The moment speech feels impossible,

the written word becomes invincible,

your safest haven,

 when your heart is stricken.

A simple idea sprouts from a single line,

frail and shy, but when given time,

it turns out just fine!

Life’s ups and downs are pretty much,

and no one can bear a stress as such,

a penned note helps you remember,

when your memory starts to surrender.

There is no wonder how much can be said in silence,

the perfect balance between a thought and a sentence.

A handful of words with some styling,

accompanied by a good deal of feeling,

are what give voice to the beauty of writing.

Maria Wakim

Master in Translation – M3