BLACK

An open eyed stare into the dark,

a shade that contains nothing within something.

Several inkblots my therapist shows me,

and the droplets that falls from my eyes.

The name of a berry which is PURPLE,or dark BLUE even...

SO WHAT IS BLACK !

An abyss of nothing so why not jump in you might fall...

 you might not ready to take a chance?

White walls surround me,a blank stare from within

 taking my sharpie and scribble the black in.

Take my hand and together we can enjoy the view of the darkness,

So please don't worry about what you lack, sometimes reality can be the shade of

BLACK

THE CREATOR

Creator of these words your reading and the previous in my past

The manipulator of my pen!

seeing nothing but scattered pieces o poetry trying to keep it inside but everything just sorta spilled out from within...my mind always,

finding time to pause my mental insanity to create poetry

even though my heart lays heavy

desperately pleading for my mouth to speak the words my hand has written so some one could hear!

But for you see my mouth is stitched closed figuratively. Hurt by the unknown. So simply,

shall I tell you my name? give up my identity? take off my cloak of invisibility?

YES!

No more shall my name be hidden,

My name is Taja Dawson

but just call me BILLIE.