Clean White Sheets

I write the ways of my day
on clean white sheets,
not only to see them written,
but to see me whithin them.

Standing on cloudy dreams,
i need this thing to keep me sane.
though sanity is not the name of the piece,
it is how it feels.

See writing fills me and emptys me.
it gives me, at least a bit of freedom
in bonded days waighed down by monotony.

I write to sooth the beast within
and lend the kid a hand that, still lies inside
crying to be heard; to be seen,
but he can't speak
so clean white sheet say things for him.