One In Four by Judith

I am the piece of the jigsaw that nearly fits.

I am the irritating clouds that spoil the clear blue sky.
I am the vague itch that isn’t worth scratching.
I am the smile that means nothing.

I am the child who cried in the dark.

I am the controversy that is not controversial.
I am the scream that is just a whisper.
I am the shadow that is inconsequential.
I am the few spots of rain that fall on a summer day.

I am the razor hidden in the drawer.

I am the cracked plate at the back of the cupboard.
I am the dried paint at the bottom of the tin.
I am the pointless clutter on the shelf.
I am the frayed rug hidden in the attic.

I am the empty space that bleeds.

I am the laugh that hurts.
I am the shame that shivers.
I am the beating that hides.
I am the fear that broods.

I am the one in four.

by Judith