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No Color

November 20, 2012
By jordannnnlynn BRONZE, Allegan, Michigan
jordannnnlynn BRONZE, Allegan, Michigan
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I feel empty, trapped inside a white room.
The blank, desolate walls stare back at me.
They mock me.
They taunt me.
They scream, "You have no color."
I feel like a blank page.
The vacant planes glare at me.
They deride me.
They spit at me.
They laugh, "You have no words."
And I feel defeated.
Empty.
Blank.
Colorless.
Wordless.
Yet I have life.
And in life, I find my color.
And in life, I find my words.
And in life, I learn to live again.


The author's comments:
We were assigned to write a free verse poem in my expressive writing class and going into the writing process, I was freaking out. I had no idea where to start or what to start writing about. Honestly, I was stressed to the max. None of my pieces were coming together, including lyrics I was trying to write for my music. At the time I felt incredibly down and this writers block made me feel so uncreative. I was thinking of pursuing careers in writing and music when I couldn't even write simple poems or songs. It devastated me. Eventually, I just began writing exactly what I felt at that moment, and this was the result. Instantly I felt better. After the first few lines, it just poured out me. It wasn't until editing the first draft that I added the final lines about life. Writing this poem was so therapeutic. I found my color, I found my words, and I found strength in the life around me.

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