My heart is bending; usually, it's the mind that does.
Did someone hear my woes and send me a postcard?
I don’t know what to do!
Should I open and read it?
Or should I put it in my locker?
I’ve tried both but have only been futile until now.
The last time I tried to read,
It was a hardcover book I could hardly open.
I’m afraid to step out of the dark and into the light.
This everlasting tunnel doesn’t seem to end,
But it's always filled with fireflies.
I look at the postcard in my hands.
Joyful tears amalgamate, leaving me soaked,
But this time, I’m happy to taste them.
I need to leave the fantasy where I forever reside
And return to this cage in which I’m trapped.
I need to check the mailing address to confirm:
Does this even have my address?
~
- Maddie
Author's Note:
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