Blank Page

A blank page
Running ink, waiting
Perhaps I'll write a letter,
Of hope
To my mother,
Not to lose herself
In a failed marriage
That sunk her spirit,
Too deep to recover

I'll write another one
To my father,
With a mere mention
A simple act of attention
Could have prevented
A hole, that cracked
His family in whole

I'll write to my brothers
A prudent letter,
Scented with dreams
Of a better life
The only true wish
I ever had

Perhaps I'll write a letter
To myself,
Of where I am now,
And what led me to this
The past, I find an obstacle
Though, I have accepted
It as it is, for what it was
Yet can't seem to understand
Why? 

A few questions are left
Unanswered
All I have, with me
Is a blank page
Of truths, unspoken