Suppression
She’s the
one
Locked deep
inside,
With angry
thorns
Pressed into
the
Softness of
her heart.
Every day
words
Fall as a
torrent of
Shrapnel
bloated pride.
With each
insult said
She tucks
hope into
The depths
of her soul,
Waiting for
spring to soothe
Her
frostbitten spirit.
For summer
to thaw
Walls that
breathe
Only lies.
Spring
creeps forward
Gentle rains
trailing down,
Smile
cracking from the
Weight of
her mask.
Fingers of
sunlight
Tiptoe under
the door,
Unlatching
the bolt.
Shy blossoms
unfurl,
Uncertain
wings catch
Summer
breeze and suddenly
Freedom!
Flight! Song!
She had a
voice.
Feet safe,
roots of hope
Starting to
grow.
Pedestal
Unseen,
Unheard,
Unwanted.
My Nanny
always felt
Invisible, a
footstool
Fuh white
folks wants.
Neglected,
Abused,
Rejected.
Long years
of misery
Made grand
dis pedestal
She set fuh
me tuh reside.
Respectability
Safety,
Lonliness.
She didn’t
know it
Was lak de
emptiness of
De day
without de sun.
Chilled,
Dark,
Dead.
Different
With Every Shore
Moonlight
filters down
Beading on
two fishing lines.
One cast for
dreams, one for love.
She feels
the tugging inside
Softly at
first, easily dismissed
Stronger
then, the dream stuck fast.
He finds his
hook snagged
On the
vision in her heart
Captured by
who she is.
They laugh
and talk, sharing
Cornbread
and fish, breathing
thoughts for
the other to see.
They break
tradition,
Vowing their
lives to each other
Living an
ordinary adventure.
They stand a
shoreline, changing
The shape of
the sea, knowing love is
Different
with every shore.By Kate Pankratz
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