A Writer Once Asked Me

If we come into this world a blank page

devoid of any ink and story,

that is to say void of any experience 

that weaves the space between stories 

from which springs our identities,

then we come into this world as nothing.

But if one was to, during the process of

acquring stories to fill their empty pages

produce a tear where they had

attempted to erase too hard,

are they to throw out the rest of the pages? 

Or simply move one line down and continue on? 

And if they are, much too early in their acquisition 

of said stories subjected to 

tales of horror beyond their control

and led down an unfortuitous path of 

acquring similar stories of horror henceforth, 

are we to assume there is no room left 

upon their pages for hope?

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