SickA Poem by messytessa
It was April
When we heard the thunder roll Scurried into our yellow raincoats Laughter cascading in splashes And all the sky screamed A storm is coming It was April When my hands hit the keys Slender fingers running From so many things It was April When my sister carried me to the car Wrapped in blankets and still shaking Blurred streetlights and hidden stars But even the nurses said It was nothing It was April When they wheeled me down the corridor Sunken eyes, pale face I tried so hard Just to be healthy And this silly printed piece of paper Pinned to our bulletin board Outlining a disease, like I am so easily definable Like I am just a sheet with ink Doesn't give me back April Or October, or November or December It just reminds me that I am broken I can't be fixed. © 2013 messytessa |
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Added on July 28, 2013 Last Updated on July 28, 2013 AuthormessytessaCanadaAboutAverage girl. Chronic Illness. Tea. Traveling. Small towns and big cities. Poetry. more..Writing
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