we are
the whitewashed.
fill our eyes
with your guilty fears,
empty tears for
invisible children –
a child
is not a snapshot.
but we are.
there are
decades beneath us,
waiting
for the fall, there
are endless forever glimpses
frozen,
still &
limbless, voiceless,
heavy with the glut
of weightless
freedoms.
like helium balloons
left to drift.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very deep and powerful write. I especially like the line
"a child is not a snapshot"...it says so much. Good luck in the contest.
Sharon
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This is wonderful - I love the ending too


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i love the ending.







