In an old book I

Found my word, it was catchy

And I said it all

The time. I used it

To take my anger away,

But now there’s a blank

Space where my mind used

To be. Does the anger rage

Within, waiting to

Explode? I don’t know.

All I feel is empty and

Tired. I wanted

To be happy, but

This is something else. Can a

Magic word make joy?

Make me laugh, smooth my

Hair and comfort me? Maybe.

After my tears start.