Poem Details
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Title: | Hoping for Apples |
Author: | Lizbeth Green |
Date Submitted: | 12/27/2016 |
Email: | meg.lizbeth.green@gmail.com |
Poem: |
When I was young Therapist would tell me I needed to tell them what they wanted me to tell them but I didn’t know what to tell them so I told them to tell me. I spoke with mountains in my voice and fireflies in my fingernails. I never left the house without a hat on and the sense that everything was going to be okay. I would think if everyone disappeared how it would BE SO LOUDLY QUIET. My face would make every expression before it got to the one that felt like sparkles. I had to change everything that was mine into something mine with a variety of instruments: Sharpiesglittergluegelpenscoloredpencilsmarkers Anything bright and different would make me smile. All that I ever wanted was To be bright and different, and smile.... |