Misfit's Summer
I stare blankly at blank pages
But nothing ever comes
My poems are withered flowers in
The desert
Blistered by the monotony
Of summer
Desperate for words that act
As water, I corner a friend
Have her tell me all about her year
My thoughts are dry, my
Pencil dull
So I might as well start here
My time away from Neverland
Is like time off from
The world
It sounds nice, but nothing feels
Quite right when everything
Refuses
To seem real
Outside the normal parameters
Of days slowly passing
By
I wait for the glorious day
When ideas fall like rain
Pouring from an August sky
I hear Neverland call out to
Me, a mother luring her
Child home
She welcomes me with open arms
Nostalgia warms me like
Hot cocoa
A loving pat from Peter, my father
Whose face I greet like
An old friend's
A game of tag amongst the Lost Boys
My much-missed brethren
I feel my withdrawal melting as I
Settle in at last to
Stay
If I concentrate and shut my eyes
Real tight, it's not that far
Away
And when it's 4 AM in Neverland, I hope
That I can get some sleep
When I'm not there, I toss and turn for
Hours
Unable to find some solace in my ever
Fleeting dreams
I am stranded in this "real world"
A compass unblessed by a
Wind rose
A moonless sky without a star in sight
Straight on till morning, all I
See is night
So I wander on and on, searching for the
Train to segue my life out of
July
To a place where this reclusive girl can
Sprout her wings and fly
In two weeks' time you'll find
Me
Floating through the air like autumn
Leaves
Paying absolutely no mind as summer
Slips out the back door
Copyright © Annalee Pierce | Year Posted 2011
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