What if I was alone every day?
The way that I wish I was?
Even though I am alone every day,
all day.
But not the way that I wish I was.
What am I looking for?
A room with a door?
I have those.
I need a door for my mind.
It is never quiet there.
I need to hush my thoughts.
Or
maybe I should write what hides there.
Maybe I should not answer the phone.
Keep those words that I throw carelessly away
and use them instead
on the vast blankness of the page
that lays in front of me
begging to hear me speak.
About the Creator
Sandra Matos
I write so that people will remember me. I make art for the same reason. I had a mother that I never knew. Who she was, how she smelled, or what she valued. I don't want anyone to wonder who I was.
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Comments (1)
Let the words be free. This was quietly and eloquently very relatable and profound. Love i, Sandra