Silence (an acrostic poem)

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Soundlessly she moved through the hallway

If she was lucky, no one would see her either

Life as a ghost would be so much easier

Everyone would never see you, but the watery image you projected into the real world

Not that she wanted to give them even that.

Couldn’t they make her position remote and never have her speak to anyone?

Entering her classroom she pasted on a smile and said, “Good morning children.”

Chef (an acrostic poem)

Cooking the lights out every night was her goal in life

Harvesting awesome flavors from every ingredient she touched

Extreme foodies would travel from halfway around the world to sample her dishes

Focusing on that dream, the six-year-old watched her mom boil water

Beard (an acrostic poem)

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Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Ration (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato

And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much

That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight

If he could do more, he would

Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week

Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed

Corner (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young

Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box

Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again

Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns

Energized knowing she is living her best life

Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …