
Somewhere in my poetry I can see my demeanor change
I am no longer young and innocent
It has been stripped from me like bark on old trees
Somewhere in my poetry I can see myself fall for you
Hoping I land in your arms
But instead I fall to the ground
Somewhere in my poetry I hope I find healing
But it hasn't come
Maybe it never will
Somewhere in my poetry I can watch me lose myself
Like home movies watch a kid grow up
Instead I grow tired
Somewhere in my poetry I hope someone can see my cries for help
But they won't
Until it's too late
- Will I still be in pain after life?
(6/1/24)
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Helen Alarcon
18 years old
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