I found this and was wondering what people think? It is just a seven minute free write. I thought we could try freewriting our own poetry after workshopping a scene, then give them to kelsie(I am so sorry if i spelt your name wrong) to help with script. Personally this poem hits me as being from Father's perspective, after Mother had gone or even after he had given Belle to Beast. The last stanza really stays with me, as if he has nothing left and is contemplating suicide. I don't find all of it relevant, but each time i read it I see more. What do you all see? What I do not See Everyone tells me to smile and that I've such a beautiful heart. But I think that it's a broken and totally useless part. How can I be so easily cast away when so many say I'm wonderful? They say someone would be lucky to have me ...then why give me pain unimaginable? I've tried to figure this all out and try to figure how hearts work. Because mine seems like a divining rod and can locate any hidden jerk. Every night, I write of my pain to purge it from muse's mind. Sometimes I feel as though I'm writing devil's contract and will lose my soul when poem's signed. I plead to world and to God to cease this pain - I'm not strong enough to bear the weight of the world upon me and cannot love what just is not there. ©January 21, 2006 Lori S. Maynard 7 minute free write time written: 10:25-10:32 p.m.