As a young girl, I was afforded an adequate life
However, I looked with jealousy upon those around me who had more
I think my father loved me
But of my mother I am certain not
In school, I learned to trust
Until trust betrayed me with the death of principal Humphrey
The transient nature of life became an ever-present shadow
When cousin Sophia was suddenly removed from this world
Fearful that becoming close to another would end their existence as well
I have withdrawn and have taken up writing as my outlet
The quill and paper give me freedom of expression
While forming no tangible relationship with other spirits upon the earth
Words appear silent when bound upon the page
Yet release my internal screams
With volume greater than a hurricane
And unbearable heat, hotter than molten rock
My words provide a shield of protection
Which mask the inadequacy which defines my daily existen