Cluttered
sleeping cramped
in the corner attic
dust is everywhere
dust
spiders
all the worst things
but worst of all worst
clutter unimaginable
it's not just the space
it's not the spaces in-between
spaces where there isn't any
it's the piled high paper
that not one person
will let me consider
recycling
shredding
or otherwise disposing thereof
so my small cot is surrounded
the deal is this:
spend the night among it
all the cumbersome details
and their trappings
and all will be forgotten
you see,I was bold one day
normally I can't even
touch the attic door
but something had to be done
and I was alone
the window was so inviting
and I wondered
what would it look like
to see just one pile
fluttering down in the wind
like the moths they are
tonight
I sleep by that pile
for I am not the only one
with a problem
"No, Mommy, I don't want to go in there!" The girl wails. She has bright green eyes and curly brown hair. Her lips are curled, and she crosses her arms. "I won't go."
The mother takes her daughter's hand. "It's only for a little while, love. It'll be over before you know it."
The girl shudders, and pulls away from her mom. "But they're gonna give me a shot."
The mother bites her lip. "Yes, they are. But--honey-"
"I WON'T GO!" The girl's eyes well up with tears, and soon they stream down her cheeks.
The mother sighs. "Darling, it's for your health. You don't want to get sick, do you?"
The girl lets out a small whimper. "You can't make me go, Mommy."
The mother is about to respond when a nurse, a smile plastered on her face, comes into the waiting room. "Is she ready?" The nurse asks.
"NO! NO! NO!" The girl's face is red from screaming and crying. She clutches her teddy bear. "You can't make me!"
The nurse still his her smile, but she really hates having to put up with this. "Now, sweetheart, I-"
"You can't make me get a shot, you can't make me!" The girl's eyes are wide with fear. She buries her face in her teddy bear and lets out a sob.
The nurse clasps her hands together, and tilts her head. "Oh, it'll be over before you know it. You won't feel a thing!"
The girl brings her teddy bear down from over her eyes, and peers up at the nurse. "I don't wanna get a shot," she says, her voice hot with tears.
The mother lifts her daughter up, and heaves her onto her hip, although she's been telling her daughter that she's been too old for being carried for a while now. The mother kisses the girl's cheek. "Shh, it'll be alright."
The girl starts sucking on her teddy bear's ears. "Really, Mommy? Really?"
Another kiss from the mother. "Really, honey."
The three of them walk into bright room full of stuffed animals, cardboard books, and cartoony posters.
All is going well, until the doctor comes in, and brings out the shot.
The girl lets out a scream. "NO, NO, NO! NO!"
The mother looks flustered. "Shh, honey, shh."
The girl is shaking. "NO! You can't make me, you really can't!"
The doctor, a man with warm brown eyes and shocking red hair, smiles. "It won't hurt, I promise."
The girl shakes her head vigorously. "No!"
The mother lets out a long, soft sigh. "Sweetheart, just hold out your arm."
The girl lets out another scream. "NO, NO!"
The adults try to persuade her.
"You won't even feel it."
"It'll be fine."
"It will help you."
"I promise that it will be okay."
"Just hold out your arm."
The girl gazes at her mother and the doctor, her green eyes wet with tears. She wipes them away, and holds out her arm. Her heart is racing and she is taking in short, fearful gasps of breath.
The doctor wipes a spot on her arm, and plunges the needle in.
The girl lets out a terrified scream, although it doesn't hurt that much, not really.
The doctor takes the needle out, and disposes it. He puts an Ariel Band-Aid on her arm, where she had gotten the shot. "See? It wasn't that bad," he says calmly.
The girl hesitates. Her heart is still racing, although it is slowing a bit. She glances at the doctor, and at her mother. "It wasn't so bad," she admits.
Her mother beams. "I'm so proud of you, honey."
And the girl is proud of herself, too. After she gets her lollipop and is out the door, she says, "Mommy, I have a question."
"What is it, honey?"
"Can I get a shot again?" She asks, very seriously. "I really like lollipops, Mommy."
The mother laughs, but the girl just looks confused. "We'll come back soon enough," she says, and ruffles her daughter's hair.
"Okay!" The girl says cheerfully, and dashes off, cherry lollipop in mouth, teddy bear under arm.
Fear of Dying
You hid the truth of how ill you are
So “You wouldn’t think I was defective”
So I wouldn’t lose interest in us, as one
Didn’t you ever think, that’s why I love you
You disappear to where, for weeks on end?
I don’t know if you are preparing me for worst
Or accepting the fact you will soon be dead
I tell you how much courage you have, to face this down
You tell me that you are scared, and can no longer go on
I tell you to be brave, I am with you…you will survive
I was right, the light lives on inside you and gives you strength
You have overcome before, and you will, you must, this time again
I say a prayer each night, that you will get a little better each day
So I may love, live, and laugh with you, in the sunlight of my care
Fear of the dark
Each and every night
The unseen evil he feared
He chased it everywhere
What he could not see
He could not fight
But wasn't it always there?
Yet, he loved the stars
And the moon when it was new
But in his head, so many wars
That deprived him of her views
No more fear- he said
The night my enemy is not
Near the window he placed his head
Althogh afraid, afraid, a lot.
But then, he stopped
At moonlight, feeling so dim
The unease mood, he dropped Tranquility found its way to him.
It shall never go,
For that, he was well aware
But he learned to value the night
And only see what is there.
Getting a Shot(A “Painful” Trip to the Doctor)
"Sit down," says the nurse. Her hair is pulled back in an unraveling bun and her eyes are frowning as she looks at the trembling five year old huddled at the door. "I don't have time for this"she mutters under her breath. The little girl shakes her head plaintively.
"I don't want to,"she wraps her arms around herself. Her eyes widen as she spots the long, glistening needle on the syringe the impatient nurse withdraws from a drawer. "Why do I have to?"
"You'll be healthy if you let me do what you came here for me to do,"the nurse says with a touch of irritation. She raises the needle; the girl cringes. But it's only to fill the syringe with translucent medicine. The girl relaxes slightly, but watches the nurse take out a sanitary wipe warily.
"Sit down," the nurse repeats herself, now with more force in her tone. The child reluctantly obliges and settles on the chair next to the desk. The nurse opens the sanitary wipe and rubs her client's shoulder with it. After disposing it, she picks up the syringe.
"It's going to hurt, isn't it?"the little girl begins to cry. Something in the nurse's eyes softens as she looks at quietly sniffing child.
"How about I give you the pink Band-Aid with Aurora on it?"she offers gently. "Aurora, the Disney princess?"She takes it out from a box on the shelf above her desk. The girl stops crying and looks suspiciously at it.
"For me?"the girl asks. The nurse nods in silent confirmation. Satisfied, the child obligingly turns so that her shoulder faces the desk and closes her eyes, bracing herself for the pain. The nurse inserts the needle. The girl shifts slightly at the touch of cold metal. A moment later, a prick, and then it's over. A middle aged woman walks in the office.
"Mama!" the girl slips off the chair and runs to her mother. "Look at this!" Proudly, she shows off her bedazzled Band-Aid. Her mother pats her daughter fondly.
"Good job, Madeline!"
There my friends now. ;)
Spiders spiders!
So many spiders!
I screamed and I kicked but they didn't listen,
The evil people dragged me out of my clean spider-less home.
They took me to a white room,
It was clean no spiders so I started to calm down but then I saw it in the middle of the room, a big box of SPIDERS!!
I screamed and I kicked some more, no use so I started pleading and crying, They still didn't listen.
Why did they have to do this to me? I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I?
They pushed me into the box and as I tried to scramble out, they put a lid on the box, I was trapped with spiders!
I screamed for what felt like a week, then I couldn't scream any more so I went silent.
I started hearing the spiders talk the kept saying they didn't want to hurt me that the wanted to be my friend. So I finally started believing they were my friends. The people finally let me out. And the spiders fallowed me home, there my friends now I never go anywhere without them. But they whisper like crazy and it's hard not to listen to what there telling me to do.