A postcard that I will never send.
These stamps do not cover the cost
of it all!
A postcard that is too heavy,
Images of you imprinted on it, all of which
I will never forget.
A postcard so rare and delicate,
The corners of its edges withered
Unfocused, focused, my eyes too rainy and heavy.
They just want to close shut
but all that I do see clearly
is a postcard.
A postcard with all seasons,
all memories, to be soon lost
forever, soon it will be lit aflame
with the burning beat of the heart,
drowned in the midnight rain pour
And lifted high up in the sky
As the wind catches it
And sends it on its way.
Imagine me as I would be
Carry me on the peaks of your shoulders.
Listen to the rhythm of my sing-song voice.
Feel the soft thumps of my feet as they beat your chest.
Hold my hands for they reach too far up,
only to bring them back down to the concrete
ground of the gray sidewalk.
Lift my head as you bow yours.
Teach me not to fear
the ghouls and monsters hiding in my closet.
Tell me not to fear because
You love me.
Tell me you will never forget me
as your parents wish for you to.
Watch my unborn heart stop beating
in my mother’s chest and in yours.
I hear the screeches
and the roars
Ringing in the dark black sky.
Where creatures loom in the night
with slinking eyes
and stone fists.
They hide in the darkness.
They lurk in the far back wall of an alley.
Fear gets them excited;
They smell it like hound dogs and call to each other for prey.
for the light you may see
comes from the glint of sharp metal.
Plundering on the soft and the meek
I must not be the one they seek.
The clock tower strikes twelve,
each ring a warning
for my strides to be quicker.
It goes, as it pounds my head.
I rush along through the darkness
and enter the mighty arc
of my home door.
They did not get me this time.
Not this time.
Age 16, Grade 11
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