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Caitlin Aug 2014
I have lost my muse.
What to do now?
I have writers block.... it's terrible. Someone help- please?
  Aug 2014 Caitlin
SG Holter
His Down's Syndrome makes
His age a tough guess, I'll
Say eight to ten.

Wide eyes on machines,
Ice cream dripping on the
Pavement outside the

Construction site.
I wanna work like this when
I grow up,
he says in

Young enthusiasm to a mother
Whose eyes well up with
Gratitude when I approach

And kneel down in front of
Him. So you want a job,
Buddy?
I ask him with a

Wink. He suddenly remembers
His ice cream and bites into
It shyly. Nods, glancing at the

Tools in my belt, the scratches
On my arms, the brick wall
I've been attacking with a

Wacker jackhammer. Nods
Again. Well, I'll see you in a
Few years,
I say with another

Wink, this time to his mother,
Who'd look her young age if
Her eyes weren't as tired,

But you can start with this
And get some practice.
I hand
Him my Stanley Fat Max

Hammer. His ice cream
Hits the ground as he
Recieves it with both hands,

Looking to his mother for
Confirmation that it's ok.
Oh, it is. She mouths a

Thank you SO much...
They walk away, his chatter
High pitched and fading

Around the corner. And I
Head over to the foreman to
Report that I lost my hammer.

Don't ever employ me.
I can work a good game, but
I'm too soft around little heroes.
Caitlin Jul 2014
Saved
A blank page
in the story of my life

For You.
Caitlin Jul 2014
I stare at the blank page in front of me.
Thoughts flee my mind,
The moment I need them.

I stare at the blank page.
Willing it to give me some idea,
Some clue as to why I am writing.

I stare at the blank page.
I stare at it, blank, lifeless and
Incomplete without ink running down its page.

I stare at the empty, white page.
It's powerless without, me, it's writer.
Utterly and completely

I stare at the blank page.
My power flows through my pen
And onto the paper.

I have completed
A masterpiece.
Caitlin Jul 2014
I am damaged.
I am broken.

Something I wonder if I am ever wanted.
Caitlin Jul 2014
I love you
More than I love myself

It *****.
Caitlin Jul 2014
Because I am lonely, it means hiding certain things

Because I am kind, it means putting my own problems away

Because I am caring, it means not letting go- no matter  what

Because sometimes I can be mad, it means having a laughter break

Because I can be sad, it means I search for a shoulder to cry on

Because of being in love, it may mean that that I focus on the good and not the bad

Because I may be crazy, it means having people love me for the way I am.

Because I am me
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