http://slow.writerscafe.org/justicegorak The original writings of author Justice Gorak en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776221854 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Isit down to write.Thingsaren’t going as planned and my mind is a blur of thoughts.Thepast fills my every mental crevice.Lefthand gliding across previously blank pages, I write.Mywriting is my sadness put on paper,Myjournal is my mind in physical form.Words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justicegorak/1254398/ I realize I am a dollEmotionless,heartless, numbDragging, trailingbehind my ownerMy mother, that is.She braids my hair,gives me clothingEven has a perfectsmile solidly stitched upon my faceBut I feel nothing.No happiness, nopain.I don’t ever cry&hellip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justicegorak/1253937/