green
lit room
on this warm yet
overcast night
I sit
inside my green
lit room
I see my life behind
me
clear and sharp
as a diamond and
a razor
cut with precision
shaped as though
I were clay
my mold of fate
was made
like obscure skin
I shed it
in my dark innocence
my curiosity
I found out then
what it means to
be
empty
in a comforting
yet miserable way
free
©
Johnelle Warren. 1994-2005.
