nothing

 

If you are worth nothing
your pain is worth nothing.
If you are worth nothing
your feelings are nothing.

Once, I was nothing.

My feelings were hidden
my mind had stopped thinking
self-confidence broken
confusion was ruling
dismissed and discounted
cared-for but abandoned
so trained but so clueless
so filled but so empty
of me.

If you are worth nothing
your pain equals nothing.
If you are worth nothing
then you will feel nothing.




Time . . .
throw the switch.

Bring out to the sunlight
the thing that's been hidden
from suited death-dealers
who think you are nothing.
This nothing is rising.
The thinking is starting.
Small feelings come stumbling
a shadow grows shapely
I think I hear music
I know I am hurting
the judges seem strange now
where were they exactly?
I wonder, am I really
nothing?

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

 

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