How can I craft something new
When the old ways are so familiar
So comfortable, and yet so painful to hold on to
So bad for me – for us
The syllables and sentences spill out
But they no longer belong to me
They are distanced from thought and feeling
Second nature perhaps or the costume I have chosen
Not quite a blue dress and white pinafore
But still as bold as her – shaven head, unflinching gaze
And yet, I am still scared, still small inside
All the words in the world however I craft them never seems to change that –
Never seem to change who I am inside
The little fallen girl who nobody cared enough to pick up
Why so blue? She asks
Because..because..because I reply
As the tea goes cold in my hands
And I look at the empty page.
JAE ROSE 
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