What do I do with this blank space
I always have something to say
But today that's not the case
What do I do with empty page
Maybe I can use it to get out of this cage
Maybe I can use it to escape this rage
What shall I do with this unwritten story
Maybe I can write words that will help them speak of my glory
Maybe my words will go down in herstory
What do I do with this bare canvas
Maybe it can bring joy and stop me from being anxious
And maybe it will get rid of all this worldly madness
What do I do on this earth that's not my home
Acquire a defiant syndrome
Or stay hidden under a dome
Forever alone?
The day of my freedom, clearly unknown
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
What do I do with this blank space
I always have something to say
But today that's not the case
What do I do with empty page
Maybe I can use it to get out of this cage
Maybe I can use it to escape this rage
What shall I do with this unwritten story
Maybe I can write words that will help them speak of my glory
Maybe my words will go down in herstory
What do I do with this bare canvas
Maybe it can bring joy and stop me from being anxious
And maybe it will get rid of all this worldly madness
What do I do on this earth that's not my home
Acquire a defiant syndrome
Or stay hidden under a dome
Forever alone?
The day of my freedom, clearly unknown
First Poem in a Collection titled Finding My Fading Self