Beautiful Day

The sun is out; the sky is gleaming with a new day Vibrant colors fill my eyes and urge me to flee New tears join the colors and blur my vision A pale face peers out the open window A deep purple mark decorates the pale face Nobody will notice, nobody ever does Cast aside and forgotten in the background Only the haunting shadow in the corner with me There is no comfort in an empty closet Though I find myself here almost every day Small spaces, tight places to crawl into There is no light here, there is no judgment Imagine what the other kids are doing Maybe they are outside in this weather, laughing What is laughter anymore, but a reminder of what could have been If I had been born somewhere else, or not at all My own voice echoes to itself in my fragile mind I am weak, I am alone, I am not loved It tells me I do not matter, nobody will care It drives me to the edge, pushes me off, I fall alone Alone forever
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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April 25, 2011 at 3:40 PM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Rachel. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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April 25, 2011 at 11:37 AM
Wow Rachel this is so sad, but beautifully written. so good to be reading your work again. Anne.
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April 21, 2011 at 7:08 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your creative poetry tonight.. hope your time on P.S. will be fun and filled with sharing with luv.. check out our contest scene too..luv..
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April 21, 2011 at 6:18 PM
I read about a similar story of a lil girl in Riverside, Ohio who was locked up in a closet. This is a very sad account....well-written .... God hears their cries...everyone of them. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. Gwendolen
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