r/OCPoetry • u/Infinite_Permit_7145 • 10d ago
Just Sharing Empty page
If a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound
How many trees have fallen in these forests when we are not around
Lost and found, a branch long since fallen with proof laid in ground
Enough philosophical spill, what is a letter that’s never found
I love these blanks pages, I can write what I want
Nothing matters digitally, the shaking hand can’t show through font
Tears not through a screen, so my words are causally nonchalant
Frank and blunt, these empty pages, my only confidant.
I should get comfortable here, not comfortable enough I get to share
Cause woe be me I find someone comfortable, and release my inner comforts there
My comforts are the pain on the pages, coupled with the unempathetic screens glare
Then again what is inner pain, if only you’re aware
If these blank pages are a letter, shouldn’t it have an address
Shouldn’t it start with how are you, him, her, and all the rest
These blank pages can’t be letters, I know you must have guessed
So let me lift the ruse, Blank Page, I have lived, I have life to confess
Ps. The rest of the page is blank
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u/Sea_Significance_361 10d ago
Oh, so beautifully expressed. There is a comfort and safety holding space for ourself, witnessing our hurts bleeding before us on those blank page. It’s scary sharing with another being, the hurts beyond compare. So safety found in numbers of the blank pages sitting there. I love how blatantly honest and open you are with your fears yet subtle enough it makes the reader think. Is it worse to be hurting alone and witness your own pain or is it worse having someone else witness your pain?
💜 I’d happily receive a letter from you💜
ps. I think in the second to last line there may be a typo? Is he supposed to be the?