Blank Space

She dips her finger in the inkwell

where words persist

ringing in her head

until she jots them down

in the abyss called memory.

Her paper remains blank

as pure white snow

for she knows

the words will come

with time

with passion

with a drive men surrender at her feet.

Sleepless nights threaten her existance

Pills change

Pills go

But the words stay

begging for recognition

on the blank space

reserved for her trauma.

– Latanya M. Ivey ©2020

Author: Crafty Scribbles

Lover of Words. Mother. Teacher. Traveler. Writer. Bionic woman against ignorance. Finding the balance between words and reality. M.Ed. built to school you.

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