Dear Diary, 30 October

Frozen with fear
mentally impaired
forgotten by time

Limited by finances
calling for careful planning
spending dollars where quarters
just won’t cover the cost

I don’t fit in
can’t reason it out
in the grip of self-doubt,
I pout over nothing
and every little thing,
standing in my way
of achieving fame
not for the glory
but to weave a story,
a tall tale of  survival
against all odds of betrayal
at the whims of another

A scholarly approach
proved unfruitful
useless on a cowardly knave,
fallen before the faithful
accustomed to hard times
playing in character
and adapting to change
with no restrictive limits

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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