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
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