A Small Little Speck

I have always been a minimalist in my writing using simple words and no ornamentation I cannot do iambic pentameter yet, my writing has a melody and rhythm I started as a bitty little girl in an attic room penning stories negligible a speck, a smidgen in the scope of this world I saw a million things from my attic window the birds, the seasons, the sky I was bullied in school as a child so I felt belittled and beaten down but in my writing I threw off the scars I still do with words unadorned and pure I have been to the darkest, fathomless pit had nothing been an underling to abuse kept down but inside a humble flame burned and I refused to be diminished one day beyond so, I crawled up from my pit of nothingness and I stand here a simple girl who writes minimal art . . . ______________________________ December 19, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/A Small Little Speck Copyright Protected, ID 18-1095-610-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.