Sunny

My senior year of high school, I volunteered with some friends at a school for kids with sever mental disabilities and handicaps. Sunny was the youngest kid in our group (she's the picture)

I see you sitting trapped in the confines

of your own mind, the prison of your body,

cage of your chair searching wildly about

the room with unconscious liveliness.

We meet, and the day after we meet again,

and again the next. You laugh, smile,

you frown, cry all the while I wonder:

Do you understand?

What you are, what you’re doing,

what you could have been--

A singer, sister, dancer, daughter.

They call you the Duchess,

but it doesn’t matter.

You don’t know any better,

and I fight tears as you sit there

swatting at the shooting stars

only you can see.

Reviews

[Jinx]

Hey man, aside from one poetry/short story class in school, I guess my ability to write comes from taking in a bunch of different styles that I've read. In my opinion, the more you read, the better you should be able to write!

[miguelbovine]

That was great,where did you learn to write like that