Friend or Foe

   

She runs her fingers through her hair
    Staring at the window
    Thinking of this blank page
    Wondering if it is a friend or foe
 
    Thinking of the words to say
    The feelings to express
    Not sure if she can handle the truth
    It comes with so much stress
 
    But when the paper is filled
    Scribbles of ink all across it
    A certain weight it lifted
    Because she somehow managed to face it
 
    The words she could not think of
    And the feelings she could not speak
    Flowed out of her like water
    Leaving her to no longer feel weak
 
    So, she has her answer now
    This blank page no longer scary
    And next time she's in a tough spot
    She'll know how to make it less hairy