Constance La France Poet Terzanelle

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I Ran Away

 I ran away from home under sun drenched skies,
Now, I am walking in a snow storm- freezing;
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.

I pass Christmas decorated windows- sneezing,
I am only fifteen and all alone in the world;
Now- I am walking in a snow storm freezing.

I hug my thin coat as the winter wind whirls,
Then, I see people entering a church brightly lit;
I am only fifteen-  and all alone in the world.

I go inside and hide, I'll just stay for a bit,
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up;
Then- I see people entering a church brightly lit.

Most days I stand holding out a begging cup,
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds;
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up.

Most days I stand holding a begging cup
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies;
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds,
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.

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It is warm and cozy and soon I fall asleep,
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago;
Were they really that mean to me? No, I weep.

Delicious food, singing, and a tree all aglow,
I've met lots of homeless people on the street;
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago.

Some people are evil and some treat me sweet,
I met a man and he said I could make money;
I've met lots of homeless people on the street.

You're so young-  and men will love you honey,
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling;
I met a man and he said I could make money.

The choir and praying is dim and I am sleeping,
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven;
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling,

The janitor finds me when he is  sweeping,
It is warm and cozy and I soon fall asleep;
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven,
Were they really that mean to me- no I weep.
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October 26, 2016

Terzanelle x 2

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Heidi Sands October 30, 2016 at 7:09 PM I really like this poem. It portrays truth and inner feelings.

James Inman October 29, 2016 at 7:41 AM A touching first person account of the difficulties of growing up.

Andrea Dietrich October 27, 2016 at 5:52 PM forgot my rating. Also I want to fave this. You put a lot of work into it!

Andrea Dietrich October 27, 2016 at 5:51 PM Constance, this is really wonderful, and what made it extra special is that you can tell a lot of work was put into it by your using a difficult form like Terzanelle. WELL DONE. Bravo! A SEVEN for sure. The tragic ending is one that I really liked. (there are a few typos: stanza 7 line 3 and 3rd stanza from end,"you're so young" Just loved the natural way all your lines fit)

Hani Gholami October 26, 2016 at 4:15 PM In hopes of more sweetness in all our lives and less evil. Enjoyed the read.

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 26, 2016 at 3:00 PM Beautiful and tragic story telling, Broken Wings. Excellent rendering of a tortured soul doubting their life-changing decision. Very good poem. I loved it. Much love to you. RW