Emptiness
Location
I write.
I write because I stumbled upon paper.
The oppurtunities, the pictures, the stories
I filled the pages, then sought the stapler.
I know others write because of stress,
I write because "home" is the words I've poured out in a mess.
Emptiness should be an emotion.
An emotion he brought down on me,
he saw through everything I was.
The sting I felt when his hand left my cheek,
wasn't where he had just punished me,
it was deep in my stomach,
a dropping,
a loss,
rejection.
He took everything from me,
but I wont dwell,
because at night I know I'm well.
With my pen in hand,
the words just come,
no pain or abuse,
just being done.