Today things just aren’t going my way

My eyes see nothing, my fingers sense nothing

My mind is a barren terrain and my heart is a blank white slate.

It was a breakup, it was a rebuke

It was a grade, it was a fight

Nothing will alleviate, so

I pick up my pen and paper and begin to write my story.

 

Today things just aren’t going her way.

Her eyes are downcast, her fingers probing for the hands of the ghost of a lover’s past.

Her mind is a mess of emotional overflow and her heart nurses a crack straight down its middle.

It was a fight, it was a grade

It was a breakup, it was a rebuke

Nothing will alleviate, so

I pick up my pen and begin to write her story.

 

Today the world is spinning upside down, topsy turvy

Its broken people joining harmoniously in one lamentation song

These people need healing and time and reflection

Someone to tell their story.

They’ve been oppressed and beaten down and scarred

Told they were nothing, nothing at all.

So I will write their story.

For awareness and the beginning of change;

So once again, I pick up my pen and begin to write their story.