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Aleece Robins Poem
The day you promised to me in that call,
The new city you'd left us for in the fall.
"The education there is great," you say,
"And the sights are worth staring at all day."
Still, Mother and I, we aren't too sure
If all of the things there are truly pure.
Drowning in money, floating in fame,
We would never go back to being the same.
You gave us the oath to soon be back
And put our dead lives right on track.
The day you promised to step through that door
To revisit the little girl that you adore.
I waited and dreamed and wouldn't let go
Of the thought that left my eyes aglow
I checked the calendar everyday
Waiting for me to be able to say
"My daddy is home! He is finally back!"
At last there's somebody to fix the crack
It's streaked across my heart from when
Momma had told me my birth was a sin.
The day you promised to relive our lives
The way it was before the cries.
It's finally today, a whole year later
I sprint off the bus and pass the skater
And I don't stop until I eventually reach
That tree that holds a single peach.
I swing open the door and close it inside
There's no sound to be muted, no places to hide.
So I sit and wait for your weary return
But I slowly begin to feel my body burn.
I should've known as I quietly laid
In the darkened, bleak, and heavy night shade
No bother to eat, no bother to shower
Just waiting as my dried tears turned sour.
My eyes watered again as I was forced to remember
The faint days when we were all happy together.
When all alone, I wondered "What's wrong?
What did I do to make you stay gone?"
I've finally learned, for Heaven's sake
Promises made can easily break.
Copyright © Aleece Robins | Year Posted 2014
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Aleece Robins Poem
That girl
With a thinning
Frame
Dangerously
Small arms
Cracking posture
Frail bones
Is not who you think
She is.
She does not
Go home
And take in
The compliments
Of the
Oblivious
Unknowing
JEALOUS
Girls at school.
She cringes
The reflection
Disgusts her
Yet they are
Everywhere.
The mirrors
That she cannot
Escape.
They lurk
In the dark
In the light
In the day
In the night
In the bath
And in the eyes
Of the
Passerbys.
But what she
Sees
Is not
Tiny
Withering.
She sees
HIPS TOO WIDE
THIGHS TOO THICK
WAIST TOO BROAD
ARMS TOO SOFT
T O O - M U C H - F A T.
Copyright © Aleece Robins | Year Posted 2014
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Aleece Robins Poem
The scars did not appear from
Nowhere.
These were developed
Over time
Over loss
Over pain.
This scar
Came from
The laughs
The smiles
The "jokes."
They were not
Funny.
This scar
Came from
The fists
The screams
The tears.
They were not
Stopping.
This scar
Came from
The shame
The fears
The guilt.
They were not
Dying.
And the scars
Will live
As long as
They live.
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Aleece Robins Poem
Looking back from now
I can see why we were happy
Nesting in the radiant sun
And allowing the folds of our
Clothes to intertwine.
Looking back from now
I can hear the ecstasy
Of our eager, hungry voices
And the melody of
Cicadas filling our hearts.
Looking back from now
I can feel the tickles
Of the breeze in our hair
And the soft caress of the
Fluttering, pale petals.
Looking back from now
I can smell the newly opened
Fragrance on my neck
And the sweet, familiar
Cologne on yours.
Looking back from now
I can taste the raw
Anxiety smothered in glee
And the lack of
Judgement for our future.
Looking back from now
I can regret all of the
Mistakes we'd made
And yet it always goes back to
The summer we smiled.
Copyright © Aleece Robins | Year Posted 2014
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