Remembering Anne Frank
(1929-1945)
life was good until it wasn’t
we could almost forget the enemy we eluded
the persecution so viciously relentless
it was a matter of time till
the enemy was again at our door
trapped~ this time with no escape route
we could only do what we must
hide in the walls become ghosts
hope to ride out the nightmare
bent on surviving no matter the cost
wondered if things
would ever return to normal
the fear ever vanish
and life ever be as it should
trusting there would be an end to it all
someday someway somehow
but the worst yet to come
and it did
when we thought it couldn’t get worse
the unimaginable
it came and it did
leaving behind a handwritten journal
stained with tears of a little girl
her aborted dreams of becoming a journalist
and making a name for herself
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 13, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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