Bleached Thoughts

Why is this pen so intimidating?

Why won’t my hand write what

my mind is thinking?

Why must my words wear masks?

Is the naked truth that hard to bear?

I hear you white words,

but all I feel is gray,

then must I write in black?

You can see this answer,

but what about the others?

Are you too shy to expose

the flames of your soul?

Or are you worried

the flames would be fanned

out of control?

Show me yours,

I’ll show you mine,

and we can burn together

all the words

and let our minds

melt in their heat…

- Alexia