What An Amazing Day It Was

What an amazing day it was

Communing with that paper, pouring all my flaws 

It supported when I needed 

It caressed when I was mislead 

Happily, it endured being crumpled 

So understanding and so humble 

Everytime I pressured it with the ink

It unveiled the real me at every blink 

Form absorbing my tears 

To cognizing me with my fears 

Handling me when on pins and needles 

To solving my mysterious riddles 

A soul mate that I could trust when aloof 

How could a mere paper be so confidential and trustful? 

Now this is how I articulate, this is how I illustrate 

A manifestation so unadulterate!