I want to write,
but words elude.
Empty canvas
Torn in two.
To pen the story
To tell the tale
A dream come,
But my words fail.
To penetrate the barrier
And jump the wall.
To brighten a dull page
I’ve got nothing at all.
This is the numb
Of hurt and pain.
The silent repetition
Of repeating shame.
To translate emotion
Into words on a page
To perfectly describe
The colorful rage
Or emphasize the sorrow
Swimming among the tears.
The internal battle,
Broken edges seared.
I want to write
But words elude.
Still hopeful intent
To write for you.
Authentic Truths 