Rant

I actually wrote the following piece a little while back so including it now may be cheating, but it really does fit thematically with the purpose of my exercise in blogging: it's a rant against my shadow. If you can, picture me screaming it out into a deeply quiet night. This is very much a glimpse of, as my friend Jeff puts it, "ferocious Leah".

I speak
I speak to you
I tell you that you will not do
you cannot stay
you are not me
I speak and speak
insisting that my life
is not the blank
is not the pit
is not the sleeping never waking never dreaming
that you seem
I speak and speak and speak

into your gaping silence


And I speak

And in this is my victory:
my speech
my simple act of flexing vocal cords
of pushing air from lungs into the world
destroys you
shattering with the crescendo of my voice
My Voice
MY VOICE
your very presence
And in this is your utter devastation:
you have always been destroyed
from the beginning
you the void that hovers
troubling the waters that would be life
you were never even there
from the beginning

From the beginning
was the word
my word
my voice
I speak
and there is light
I speak
and it is good
I speak
to you the nothing:
you are nothing
and I speak