Small

You make me feel small
Like I don’t matter at all

I try to speak up, to use my voice
But screaming is often your method of choice

I try to stand tall and hold my ground
But you tower over me and push me around

You get so close up and in my face
Invading all my personal space

To you, I’m simply dismissible
I don’t matter and am completely invisible

You make me feel small
And one day, that will be your biggest downfall

Escape

Books are my sanctuary
Where things are imaginary

I fall into the pages
Into different worlds, places, and stages

I can lose myself in the prose
Where metaphors and similes are juxtaposed

I can be someone else for a while
Fight crime, wave a wand, live the Jones’ lifestyle

I’m free to travel near or far
Through fiction, fantasy, mystery or memoir

Books are my safety net
A place to escape all of life’s regrets





Doll in the Window

Doll in the window
The prettiest of everyone
She was desired by many
But only promised to one

Taken home and loved
For a while anyway
Then discarded without hesitation
One cold winter’s day

She’s broken now
Way beyond damaged
And far less pretty than before
Left tattered and bandaged

Doll in the window
Who someone no longer wanted
Will never again be loved
And left forever haunted