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NothingNothingWhat will inspire me to put the words upon the page?To write the first stroke of the first letter that will begin this prose poem?I lay on the floor,no thought running through my mind.Personified Indifference in control.I no longer know what to think.Nothing is clear.How do I put nothingness into words?How to tell you , how I feel
The FrameThe FrameThe lines,The colours.Strip her down,Over analyse.What do you really see?Does she fit the frame?Is she what everyone thinks she should be?Does she fit your ideals?Look harder!Can you stuff her in the niche?The stereotypes?The Categories?Is she real?Is she true?Or plastic?
The Child WithinChild withinThe scared child within,is lost,is fearful.Wants nothing more than to be held,to feel safe and warm.Warped in arms of security and endless love.I no longer know how to soothe the child.I try, but the lies no longer work.I attempt to hold her but I cant.It doesnt work.How does one hug themselvesand feel the warmth of their own soul?My mind places a hand on her shoulder,The child shies away.My mind runs finger through her hair.Trying to calm the child.But it does not work.She is lost in a whirlwind of what they call emotion.Wont someone please teach her to soar?The child is irrational.And cries without restraint.The tears wont stop.I cry, a single tear, running down my face.I look out to what used to be my escape.My eyes reflect nothingI am the façade.