She stood stock still,
holding the tattered truth
in her pale, shaking hands—
she had been normal once.
Staring at the tiny face,
she marveled at the pretty
girl with bleach-blond hair
and sparkling blue eyes.
No equation could connect
the beautiful child with
her own mousy brown hair
and dull, gray eyes.
Innocence was lost on her
with alphabet soup and
frosted animal crackers
when the world changed.
Secrets and lies dulled
the essence of her world where
cartoons and candy once
brought sunshine and rainbows.
Folding the picture,
she tucked it away for when
she would need a reminder
that she had been normal once.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Quest for normality ( = what, need some?) and/or innocence, as in 'The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled' by William Blake, or opinions of 'Mark Anthony, King of Denial.'
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A beautiful piece, and somewhat chilling in it's honesty. it makes me want to go back in time somehow. and it makes me want frosted animal crackers...
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