East Region

I am being erased.

Line by line

Hard edge and soft waves

Dulled into the gray of the page.

Remnants of who I was

Remain among the eraser crumbs

Peeking through

Like the sun behind a cloud

I’m grasping at the doodles

Trying to keep the outline

In tact, so I know

Who I was

Currently, I am no one

Doing nothing

Going nowhere

Yet, a blank page is being formed

A white void open to possibilities

What will emerge? 

~ JuliaLynnGray