Until the paper meets the pen,
private thoughts remain unknown.
The deepest, darkest secrets lie,
in the marrow of our bones.
Therapeutic is the art of words,
hidden safely behind the lips.
A silent dance, they do perform,
while the beat of our hearts skip.
The transparency that our sharing brings,
does open up the soul.
Forcing us back into our shells,
to reclaim our original roles.
So, until the paper meets the pen,
the world will never know.
The direction of our inner thoughts,
and which way they will go.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall