Wednesday, 7 February 2024

SHATTERED HEART

 Don't look at me 

Don't break me

This ghost of a person

You will grow to hate me

Disappear from my life

Stab me with your knife

And leave me with this

Shattered heart

Monday, 22 August 2022

SHOESHINE BOY



Wladyka sat straight up in her bed. Her eyes began to adjust to the dim light from the streetlamp outside. She knew that something was not right, but she was not surewhat it was. Certainly her parents would know. Wladyka put her slippers and her bathrobe on and shuffled down to her parents' bedroom. She peered through a crack in the door. "Mother?" Wladyka whispered. "Father?" Silence. Wladyka threw the door open and switched on the lamp. The bedroom was empty.

Wladyka began to search around the house. From time to time she would call her parents' names, but to no avail. Outside, Wladyka began to hear the marching feet of German soldiers. She began to shudder. They were there for all the Jews, and now they have taken her parents. Wladyka angrily wiped away tears from her cheeks. She knew what she needed to do.


Wladyka ran into the kitchen and grabbed her mother's scissors. Standing in front of the powder room mirror, Wladyka carefully cut her hair as short as she could. She grabbed one of her father's smaller outfits and put it on. Wladyka stared at herself in the mirror. Her own mother wouldn't have recognized her.


The streets outside were being blanketed by the misty dawn of the morning. Wladyka carefully stepped outside for the first time as a boy. She began to add a little swagger to her walk as she began to feel more comfortable in her own skin. Suddenly, she heard a strange voice ask, "Excuse me? Who are you?"


Wladyka swallowed hard. "My name is Wlad," she said. "I shine shoes during the day." The two soldiers looked at each other, as Wladyka's mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Finally, they moved on and Wladyka could breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily the soldiers hadn't noticed that the young boy had no supplies with him with which to shine shoes.


Now that Wladyka had a minute to herself again, she wondered where her parents were. Those yellow stars, she thought. Everybody can tell we are Jewish from a mile away. But why do they hate us? And why does Hitler want us gone? Wladyka felt completely alone. She would have to keep up this facade, this shoeshine boy. She would have to be Wlad from now on.


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"So that's what happened, Zeyda?" A small wide-eyed boy asked his grandfather. Wlad chuckled. "Yes, that's what happened. I found out I made a much better boy than a girl, so that's what I have been all along.

"Will God protect the Jews from that ever happening again?', the small boy asked.

Wlad stared at the charismatic orange man on the TV set. "I don't know, Moishe. I really don't know."

Saturday, 23 July 2022

I LEARNED WHAT I LIVED

If a child is made to feel unwanted, she learns to live inside herself

If a child is treated roughly, she learns that the world is not a fair place

If a child is not rescued from a traumatic home life, she learns not to trust anyone

If a child is told what an adult does is secret, she learns that the worst things remain unspoken

If a child is told she is a bad person, she learns to doubt herself in all things

If a child is surrounded by negativity, she learns to fear anythng but joy


If a child is treated like an unwanted animal, she can still learn to find love in the world





Thursday, 21 July 2022

COTTAGE

There you are

Surrounded by wildflowers

Basking in the sun

My home in the middle of the woods

My cottage that has become my sanctuary

A lovely part of myself that will never go away


There you are

The pungent smell of lavender

Wafting through my bedroom window in the morning

Reminding me of the beauty

That exists in the world

And within my tiny home



Wednesday, 20 July 2022

Thursday, 14 July 2022

IT'S NOT TOO LATE!!!

There is still time to enter the July giveaway of Worthless: Poems Of Sadness and Reflection. Just give me your first name, email, the name of a poem of mine you enjoyed, and why. The contest closes at 11:59 pm EST. Good luck!



Thursday, 7 July 2022

BIRDS

I gaze up at the birds flying overhead

Wishing I could be up there, too

A bird's-eye view

To see the world

From this perspective anew

A wave of envy enters my head


How dare they fly

Up there so high

When I am stuck down here below?

But like angels, they soar

In chains nevermore

Across the evening sky




SHATTERED HEART

 Don't look at me  Don't break me This ghost of a person You will grow to hate me Disappear from my life Stab me with your knife And...