Ink bleeds soft on ivory page
Thoughts untangle gentle rage
Words hold hand through silent ache
Kindness learns each vow we make
No audience for midnight truth
Only heart and tender proof
Tears fall warm on fragile lines
Soul signs peace in quiet rhymes
Each confession frees the breath
Each paragraph defeats death
Story grows from whispered pain
Pages bloom like morning rain
Letters fold against my chest
Self becomes my truest guest
Loneliness turns ink to grace
Love returns in my own face