A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Almost a cliché

thinking of life underground,

sitting in the pink

and the black,

with a smile on my face.


All the whittling

in the world

can not shape

what I have become.


An ill advised representation

of myself;

a bit more beautiful,

but just as awkward,

and I can’t drink the

rum quick enough.


Tingling my tongue.


And I ask myself,

“Are you okay, Abby?”


Catching a tear

with the knuckle

of my ring finger.


Putting it on paper

to be thrown away

when company comes over,

a cry for help

that no one will ever hear,

or read.


Because I am obviously not;


© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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I really love this! It shows how we just want someone to be brave enough and truely understand how we are feeling. I really love the honesty of this peom too.
Thank you so much for sharing,
alyssa x3

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