Ill Defined Poem by Catherine Lindsey

IT'S HARD AS STEEL
AND TOO COLD TO SNOW
LOCKED WITHIN THESE WALLS
OF FLESH AND BLOOD.
ALONE. WHERE THE DEMONS YOU BATTLE
ARE ONLY YOURSELF.

OUTSIDE THE SUN STILL SHINES
AND THE MOON STILL WAXES AND WANES,
BUT INSIDE THE HARDEST SOLITUDE
THE SELF STILL REMAINS.

ABOVE THE AMPLITUDE OF SHATTERED SILENCE
RESPLENDENT HOPE AND REASON RESIDE,
ALL OF THIS IN THE MIND OF MAN,
AN ILL DEFINED AQUAINTENCE ABIDES...
SELF.
'HI, I'M CATIE.'