Pen and paper

A blank paper
And a pen
Are my best friends.
Anytime I feel heavy,
I use them to empty
My heart, mind, and soul
Of all the negative energy
Clouding my eyes.
The more I write,
The lighter I feel,
And the emptier my brain becomes.
The paper opens my chest
So I may finally breathe again.
The pen is the translator of my thoughts.
When I am finished,
And the page is filled with ink,
I feel free.
Refreshed.
And ready for life again.