Listen

To the frantic scratching
of pen on paper
Watch
as she grips the pen so tightly
pulling at her hair
Listen
to the almost silent
self-berating
"think, think, why can't you think?"

Watch
as she pulls words out of nowhere
out of her pain
Listen
To the silence
she needs in her mind
Watch
as she tries to make everything
fall into place – this isn't the way she's used to
Be there
as she tries to get it all out on paper
tries to avoid her other escape
See
the white scars on her arms
standing out against tense muscle
Hold her
even as she pushes you away