There were days when there were tears inside, I would flyaway to a corner and hide. They would flow down my cheeks, Like water running over pebbles in creeks. From

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There were days when there were tears inside, I
would flyaway to a corner and hide.
They would flow down my cheeks,
Like water running over pebbles in creeks.
From the darkness in the back of my mind,
Like mold growing on an orange rind.
Then I would let the words flow, The other kids
would laugh and crow.
At my hurting heart and confusion, I
would retreat to my world of illusion.
You told me to do my best,
To forget about the rest.
I've been given words of wisdom,
Now I must try to use them.
I'll be on my own in a tough world,
But not truly alone will I be.
The words will be written and curled,
Plus God will be with me.


KARY MATHYS

Originally published in Palabras Spring 2008

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