Weighted Page I scream my fears at the page, its blank surface soaks up the ink of my doubts, it absorbs my rage, it gives nothing back, its gift is the place where I ease the weight of these burdens I have chosen to carry Share this:ShareClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related