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theiamsadsong
Junior Member

since 2008-03-03

Posts 17

0 posted 2008-03-05 12:54 PM

When I finally get to go home
A flash of relief washes over me and I leap from my seat
The shrill cry of the battle raging inside my head
Falters instantaneously with the piercing ring of the
Phones alarm,
As if a “cease-fire!” order for the war within me has been
Commanded
From the other end of the telephone.

Their soft faces are crowding around me
Slowly edging in…
Speaking to me through a hushed, gentle whir
Their thin rhythmic voices
Like breathing through a straw.

And the next thing I know I’m staring straight into
Mrs. Wiggins gentle pout of compassion
Communicating to me with her small greenish eyes
That I will be
Alright
And knowing,
With the naïve certainty of a small loving child
That she sincerely wants for me
To be alright.

Multiple tenuous voices
Carry me over a silvery, satin cloud
As I float towards the door.
Caressing me with their gentle voices,
Quieting the pounding in my head,
Creating this eerily fuzzy picture,
Simultaneously sensational to emerging from a swimming pool
When your bloodshot eyes
Are so filled to the brim with chlorine
That you can barely see a thing
And you realize that all
The lights
Around you are
Outlined in an illusion
Of thick white fuzz,
And that people are so blindingly bright like that
In a haze of beautiful white fuzz
That they resemble angels.

Much like baby Jesus in the manger at Christmas time…
I wonder if the reason people are able to
Shine,
So surreally outlined within this same radiant white light
Is because
People are lights.
Just walking,
Breathing,
Glowing
Lights,
Brightening earths individuals
Day after day,
With generous smiles
And,
Soft goodbyes that you say to someone unknown to you
Who has a
Vigorously biting migraine,
Or simply by being ones savior,
Say,
A mother.

I am beginning to feel very confused contemplating all this
Through my own pounding, fuzzy head.

“Bye, Monica,”
“Bye, Monica.”
“We hope you get well soon.”
And they give me one final nudge
Out the door,
Where I float
Down the hallway,
And past the lockers,
Into the cool welcoming lobby,
To my mother,
Who puts
Her
Warm,
Loving,
Arm
Around my tired shoulders
While I concentrate on trying not to smile
Because it hurts,
Because her glow
Is the brightest
Of them all.

SEA

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Member Seraphic

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Posts 22676
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1 posted 2008-03-05 05:03 PM

good grief I am going to enjoy reading you....

theiamsadsong
Junior Member

since 2008-03-03

Posts 17

2 posted 2008-03-06 05:16 AM

i hope so!!! please please please go over to the forum insights and read and comment on my poem titled "Soft Opera" and i have another one in dark poetry...i'd really appriciate more criticism!
love ya,
monica

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