she’s surrounding herself with
stony facades
to keep out the hungry
and nail polish
that seals her up tight
with paintbrushes
to doodle
on the wings of her childhood
in every shade of grey
and with purse-lipped superiors
who can’t
taste the rainbow,
( not the one
hidden behind her lashes,
at least )
and she tries
so. hard.
to make something
romantic
out of her suffering
until she realizes
that she’s been living a cliché
-the same one that
she promised
never to be again-
( but
falling
back into a rut
is easier than
digging out a new problem )
and so she lets herself out
of the
horror novel
she’s been dreaming up
peeling pages
of doubt and despair away
and little by little
she lets herself
unfold
and instead of shutting down she opens up
and finally asks for help
because misconceptions are for fruitcakes
and limits are for those who can’t dream any
higher
–
written r26may2011.
“wow look at me i’m so quirky”- 15-year-old korey
–
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