Paper is a good listener
With an eloquence serene
The scrawling nib that writes
The thoughts of what I mean

Paper does not judge
Or call my sense a fool
Belittling what I say
In replies too often cruel

Paper shares my feelings
To open like a bud of spring
On every couplet written
Are emotions in strokes of ink

Paper lets opinions 
Spread like a fire wild
Unleashed in words of wisdom
Is a temper once seen mild

Paper does not say
Or speak in replies bleak
When my soul fell to pieces
Weakness it did not seek

Paper does not silence
The pulp between drawn lines
Captured words do speak
Of traps too hidden to find

Paper is a friend
Who hears my silent tears
Of all that rises and falls
Paper is a listener that hears