All I ever needed was a blank page
The only thing I would use to express my rage
When I was angry with the world
And no one would understand
All I needed was this pen in my hand
All I needed was a blank space
Whenever I looked at my face
And tried my hardest to love what the mirror showed me
This pen and pad was all I had to hold me
When it seemed life around me was folding
It was on a blank I envisioned my dreams,
Like the first time I fell in love at age 16
And I wrote what I thought I knew was love; singing about “forever” and “angels from above.”
My first heartbreak taught me to write the word, “sorrow.”
And when I was down on my luck, I’d write God for some faith to borrow
My confidence with my words would eventually grow with my vision
And whether I made good or bad decisions,
My words have become my best way out
Telling the truth of what my story is about
Where my pad is my canvas, my pen is the brush
My lyrics allow you to see the light in everything I touch
Whether I enlighten a corner of your mind, or steal a piece of your soul,
Only my words would know.
Dolisha's Poetry 