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Kimberly Hettel Poem
She was like putty in their hands,
hanging onto every word spoken from their lips.
They held the power to mold her into any mood:
anxious, amused.
bewildered, blissful.
cynical, cheerful.
But no more.
She has ripped herself from the toxic ties they had on her life,
and now, she is the inspiration for the smile
painted on her own face.
She is no longer the moon
depending on others to illuminate her world.
She is now the sun,
and she shines with her own light.
Copyright © Kimberly Hettel | Year Posted 2016
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Kimberly Hettel Poem
As the sun’s rays paint the endless blue sky
with staggering brushstrokes of oranges and yellows,
the moon shows its delicate face and
the stars begin to wake.
Street lamps flicker to life while
houses begin setting off a soft glow through curtained windows.
Inside, vegetables steam on the stovetop
like the iron gliding over dad’s button-up dress shirts.
Highways are flooded with headlights like laser beams
standing in for the lost natural light, and
brake lights egg on feelings of frustration
from weary commuters.
Darkness settles upon the city
slowly,
then all at once,
as dusk leads the way for nightfall.
Copyright © Kimberly Hettel | Year Posted 2016
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