On A Blank Page
The times we are gasping for air Grasping at anything Clawing our way out When you know you are in a cage – when you feel the pressure in between each and every bone in your ribcage – when every fiber of your being is screaming, but it comes out “I’m good. How are you?” You don’t have a choice In English, the euphemism is: it’s life or death On a blank page we can say: It doesn’t matter if…









