melissaahowells
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I was young and smaller wading in my thoughts down by the river the water waited then shimmering in the light I a young woman with corn silk hair and eyes so blue the sky envied her and bluebirds stared back then water was my refuge flowing currents were my release down by the river, the clouds forgive by the river its a time to forget how I wanted to leave the earth quietly-- it was not so long ago here, I found my heart even and much quieter then, my high pale cheeks altered my fierce face framed in fright the two-tone wing tip shoes turn in mid-air, pink laces flying backwards and somehow caught, suspended high in the wind while my right arm cast itself backwards to fend and defend.... the woods across the road beckoned like the deer I was I ran my thinness couldn't save me but anger, perhaps, could so I flew and struck backwards years later in the dark the white panel van still glistens its heat rising in the glaring sun his dull dirty uniform reeks and the dark blur of horn-rimmed glasses hovering above my freckled nose while his fixed blank black eyes bored in how do I catch myself... but I must try and dare... with my own frail flailing arms fluttering backwards... yet, still, somehow forgetting now how hard it's been to learn to breathe. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:40AM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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