Monotone
A poem

Monotone, that is what I was called.
First told, remember that everyone matters. When you have nothing but compassion and empathy for your fellow man.
I stand my ground.
And… all are a Priority within a constraint of time. When really you are just a number. Measured, recorded and documented. Form complete.
No room for or allotted time for authenticity.
You must fit in the slotted space.
A robot that must be bubbly, un-monotone as the clock ticks.
No room for humanity, for either caller or listener. Because, time equates money and time waits for no one.
I was called Monotone, today.
A Short Bio An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life. I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography. Www.notafulldeck.com






