You are the spaces living within the most powerful, terrifyingly magnificent words penned. Cursive lines cannot dwell here with their complicated flow. Here in these spaces, empty spots of grace and joy shout their approval.
Transpire to inspire those who are locked in their own cursive lies. Crush the day and give no apologies for your voice. It drowns out the insidious and quiet sorrow of days past. Your voice sings with the tumultuous cacophony of life.
You see, the spaces are there. Look for them like a lost set of house keys, car keys, soul keys. They will stare at you until screeching is not enough to make the mirror in you begin to crack.
The spaces within the fonts are carefully placed and random, at best, on an inferior day. Take them and hold fast. God can give you yourself but you have to put in the sweat and let it dry on your words,
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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