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Writer's pictureMaddiE DawsoN

Poem #21: A Postcard



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:

  • If you find any mistakes or need for improvements please comment or reach out to me.

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