she spells words on pink paper with her finger and
throws the envelope across the room…fevers of
silence
shudder through her apartment and
she cries for fairy godmothers to
free her from poverty’s shackles…
wicked stepsisters cackle and
weave straw into her hair …whip
marks the spot where
she fails to turn
straw into
bricks…
pailful shivers rattle
sand…and
oceans threaten to slurp over her life and
swallow her…
she
watches…
light bulb flicks once…flicks twice..for
$900 she would pay if
she could but
she can’t…
flicker once and wish for
fairy godmothers…
flicker twice and remember Yah…
pink is swallowed by darkness
she cries for someone to
save…to
pass over her fears…
to draw a
line in the sand
that darkness can’t
Cross
This poem felt very hopeless, which I think was the point. I enjoyed it, though it was disturbing, properly so. Thank you!
Also, thank you for teaching special needs students. It takes a person of a certain caliber to do that. My son has autism, and if it weren’t for the teachers he’s had I don’t know how he would have managed many of the things he does now. I appreciate you.
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thanks so much!!.. what lovely encouragement… yes.. the poem came on a hard day… but was also hiding meanings in it about Passover and salvation:)
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You’re welcome!
Oh wow, I’ll reread it with that in mind. Thanks!
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:)..
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Thank you so much!:)
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Beautifully capturing a heartbreaking reality. Fabulously crafted words 🙂
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Thanks so much 🙂
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