A glimpse into my nine year old mind

Solar flares of anger blind my eyes

So I put on my Dora sunglasses to block the rays.

Perhaps the world is coming to an end

This is the prophecy in Revelations, no?

 

So I put on my Dora sunglasses to block the rays

Why is he sending them in my direction?

This is the prophecy in Revelations, no?

I thought this home was my safe haven.

 

Why is he sending them in my direction?

I turn the other cheek to face my dollhouse.

I thought this home was my safe haven.

What is life like outside these four walls?

 

I turn the other cheek to face my dollhouse

Inside, I create a new life for myself.

What is life like outside these four walls?

The solution is out of reach.

 

Inside, I create a new life for myself.

I mold my emotions into planets and stars.

The solution is out of reach.

At least I have hope, right?

 

I mold my emotions into planets and stars

Dreaming of new life on a new land

At least I have hope, right?

The clatter of china snaps me back to reality

 

Dreaming of a new life on a new land

I pray in the form of hymns and scriptures

The clatter of china snaps me back to reality

My sense of security fades

 

I pray in the form of hymns and scriptures

Rushing to the kitchen table

My sense of security fades

Fear floods into my cerebrum

 

Rushing to the kitchen table

I pray one last time

Fear floods to my cerebrum

Broken plates only make a mess for the maid

 

When will we ever learn?

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