The blank papers sit before her
and beckon her forth,
but nothing comes to mind in her haze.
Where thoughts would normally flow,
there's stunned silence and mouths gaped open.
The waiting has only begun
and yet it already feels like forever
as she sits and ponders on the outcome.
It's times like these when she wishes she had a stronger faith
so she had the ability to take it all in strike.
Or maybe now would be the time to build her faith.
But even as she sits there and fights back the tears
from holding her locket between her fingers,
she can't help but to grab the paper and write
about the monster she's created again.
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