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:Share Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Related