Marshmallow Fields
a poem about heading to a place that no longer feels like home
The road ahead is muted.
My thoughts are convoluted.
I distract myself for my own protection
And catch a glimpse of the sun’s reflection
On the hood of an oncoming transport.
Shadows in the sky become my last resort
To separate myself from bad signs.
Green and white diamonds and yellow dotted lines
Lose their meaning when you join your hands to pray
And bold arrows point the way
To a far off city where I don’t belong—
A place where everything appears oblong.
I try not to be a coward
But, as the cars move forward,
My heart shifts into reverse
Following the pull of a passing hearse.
Out the window there’s hay wrapped in white
And a scarecrow holding a kite.
I see a magical land of dreams
And the world I know comes apart at the seams.
I feel my scars being made anew
While dusty clouds and faded blue
Are painted on a lake that whispers my name,
And I’m convinced I’ll never return from whence I came.
About the Creator
Remi Akers
Remi is a poet and Young Adult fantasy/contemporary writer. They are a nonbinary demi-androromantic asexual who has chronic pain and fatigue. They like to write all things dark, queer, and cozy.
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