Write and Wait

May 31, 2016

I used to be alone

So lonely it hurt

I missed my dad, my brother, and my luck

I was a pariah, abnormal and strange

Nobody ever wanted to hear me

Or see me

Nobody cared for my pain

When you know not a single soul hears your cries, the cries cease and a dull resonance thuds

I wrote in a furious passion on a blank sheet because it made the thuds disappear

For a second I had a depth that few had or ever will

I was something great, a teller of tales

I was telling of the hungry, beaten, and forgotten

I was screaming to the tops of my lungs, beating my chest in retribution

I was something bigger than myself

Abstract yet tangible

I was me in a greater sense

Without boundaries or weakness

I understood my self more, accepted what was

I didn't hate or judge

I wrote on a page that was just nothing before

I was a creator, a philosopher, a finder of things

I created my own world, summed up a truth I hadn't seen

I wasn't just a stupid girl, I wasn't just a dreamer

My life has worth, I'll be great someday

Those who scorn me are just lost

I'll learn not be weak, I'll conquer my fears and hate

I'll try to make myself, the world, and those around me flourish

Until that's true, I'll write and wait

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