A weight that bares down on you
A feeling so insignificant
You could almost forget it
A pin-prick of pain
And a bead of sweat
Which drips down your face
Into a puddle of sopping tears
A small dark room
Quiet
Silent
Whispered secrets
And the stitching of an impending burden
Wrapped warmly within silk
Quilted to the seams of my soul
And branded to my thigh
A bare room awaits
My reappearance
My reemergence by thy slumber
Though my face slightly changed
Making way for striking shame
Dollops of tears
Slide down my lipsticked cheeks
Reaching my tongue
The saltiness uncaged
Bitter be thy pain
A bird chirps through the window
A cardinal; grandmas favorite
I wonder where she's gone
Groceries or the doctors
Either way she isn't here
And here is where she's needed
What a glorious day
A sunny morning dew
Covers the outstretch of land
Warming it to a crisp
If it weren't for these cold wooden floor boards
And this nagging migraine
My clothes lay unworn
Muddled together in secret
Grief stricken and old
Musky they are but mine they were
What once was my favorite
Now my enemy
Like worn-old fabric shoes
Ones like mother used to wear
A weight bares down on you
As life is changed
Nothing after this will be the same
Leaving this room
Will break bones and spirits
You'll bare your teeth as you exit
Caging the cardinal and it's secret
A perfect day shattered by
The Cardinals song
And the touch of David's hand
Which leaves me branded
Like a cow
Which sat perched in its barn
waiting for supper
Naive and unaware of life's cruelty
A farm animal slaughtered in the night
Quiet
Silent
Unheard.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
