“How foolish of me.
To think those beautiful dreams
would never come true.”
How foolish of me. To think of my luck compared to some of the people I wanted to call friends. To think I loved in a house and not an apartment or a trailer. How foolish of me. To think that having my own room was somehow a good thing. Because maybe, if I shared that room with my sibling, maybe they would have stopped it all from ever happening. Or, selfishly, I wouldn’t be the only one enduring that hell. How foolish of me. To think about all those what ifs, those unknowns, and those dreams I knew would never come true.
© Sarah Doughty
But I was just a little girl.
Who could blame me
for refusing to let him
break me completely?
Prompt: A Room Of One’s Own
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The setting sun casts ever lengthening shadows
And as it move below the horizon they coalesce
Intoendless darkness, taking over the landscape
Wait patiently till another day arrives
Bringing the bright light to chase away
All the gloom of the dark night
With hopes for a brand new day to start anew
In response to;
Lady Liberty weeps
Her, the Mother of exiles
Her land of humility overcome with pomp
Her true descendants receive
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses
© 2018 Jason A. Muckley
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In my opinion, the United States should return to its roots as a place of welcoming and inviting people from all over the globe, refugees, exiles, the poor, the forsaken of the world. The Statue of Liberty and its inscription, “New Colossus” by poet Emma Lazarus symbolize that sentiment.
I am re-posting this poem as a response to the racism and diabolical immigration policies practiced by our current administration in protest of their inhumane treatment of non-whites from around the world. It is a disgrace.
While I ponder the pages
Piqued and persuaded
To go just a little bit more
It is there that I find
In the corners of my mind
What my life has been longing for
Tucked away neatly
Not wrapped with a bow
Was solace, alive and well
For me to discover
Then go out in the world and tell
Tell of the truth
Of kindness and love
Embracing the differences, we see
A lesson so old
Again, to be told
By a simple man like me
Don’t like summer heat
Looking forward to autumn’s
Hot drinks, warm clothing
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
This quote is by a woman who was a pioneer in her time. But we all can identify with this feeling. I do! How about you?
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