My Reflection

My fingers tremble on this vacant page,
Perpetual whiteness begging for black.
Pen and parchment: emotion’s spotlight stage
Bid me write between every blue track.

My heart is poured out onto empty lines,
It flies on wings of imagination.
‘Tis the place where all that I am entwines;
Revealing me in rhyming narration.

In every stanza, all my thoughts are read;
Everything inside my core can be seen.
In writing are the things which can’t be said,
Uncovering my soul’s deepest ravine.

‘Tis a mirror, this paper in my hands,
The mirror in which my reflection stands.