The poems are too hard to read in the pics, so here they are.
Different!
Different!
Different!
Alone,
I stand.
Grasping!
Grasping!
Grasping!
Without
a hand.
Myself!
Myself!
Myself!
I try
to be.
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing!
Others
call
me.
Alone!
Alone!
Alone!
Sinking
into
a pit.
Falling!
Falling!
Falling!
Fearing
the hit.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Wanting
an end.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Needing
a friend.
To fight for
the you
who is true,
can make
you stand
on your own
for too long.
How can you
Feel that
you are a part
of something,
when others
treat you
like
nothing?
Being alone
is sinking
into a dark pit
of despair.
You can’t
get out,
because
no one
is there.
Trapped,
falling
far from
the top.
Never seeing
where
it will stop.
1 comment:
Thank you so much for all of your help with the workshop and exhibit. There is such a positive energy to this project and your contributions were a very big part of that!
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