Found myself blind,
giving into the unkind.
Blank canvas once again,
and there I stand-
severed esteem in hand.
Absorbing nothing of value
from the likes of you.
I wish this could’ve been a gift,
a moment,
a chance,
to take flight,
to delight
in the freedom of my speech.
Instead,
I give into the dread
of Undesired Direction.
