Catharsis

You'll keep my secrets,
Won't you? Hide
Them away between
Your pages and never
Tell a soul.
I can pour out myself
Everything-
My thoughts and fears,
Whether livid or in tears-
You take it and lock it
Away, far from prying eyes:
You listen when I
Need you, and never
Have an unkind word
For me- But what
You do have, is
My own twisted
Sense of reality.
How did I do it-
Go so long without
This outlet? It
Comes back to me
So naturally, and I
Remember the things
I've written before...
The horrid things
A simple pencil kept
Me from doing,
The memories a
Pencil recorded
For no other reason
Than to get them
Out of my head!