"Melancholy" by Susan Lawrence
Through Her Eyes It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries, one sees into her soul which feigns the fears and teems with tears that time cannot console. She’s heard the rhymes of ancient times as elders tell their tale; how strangers manned and took the land and claimed to their avail. The tribes were sent without relent, to reservations far, without a thought of anguish brought which fused a lasting scar. As hardships flailed along the trail, they left their trail of tears, and still today they’re held at bay with passing of the years. I wonder how life could allow this girl of tender age to bear such pain without restrain and never turn the page. Perhaps it’s we, too blind to see the truth of yesterdays, and through her eyes we should surmise the error of our ways. May 22, 2023 A big thank you to Susan Lawrence for letting me post this wonderful piece of art with my poem!
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