WOUNDED CHILD: TO A BROWN GIRL DEFEATING DEPRESSION
– For Lauren
By Eric F. Maxie
My beautiful little fetal armadillo
Surviving is not living in
This whirling world I see
A curled child hiding in her armor
Who wonders/without wonder
If it will ever be safe to go forward
Feigning roadkill in avoidance of pain
Raw hurt
Hemorrhaging
The wounds of tender moments festering
My cynical sweet elliptical Miss
There is freedom in danger on
This spiraling sphere hold on
By your fingers
Swing your legs horizontal
Wail and do not whisper
At its tilt and its whirl
The catechisms of mediocrity uncoil in
A bearing
That is unsure and yet
Uncaring
My dearest abashed looped lass
Life should not lack alacrity
As this planet pirouettes and
The wounded consecrate regrets
And we all wounded wonder
If it will ever be safe to go forward
Hold on
Hold on wholly
As you prance boldly
Across busy highways
As you play in traffic purposefully
Cling tightly
To the lessons of being
All hurt will find a meaning
In living
– For Lauren
By Eric F. Maxie
My beautiful little fetal armadillo
Surviving is not living in
This whirling world I see
A curled child hiding in her armor
Who wonders/without wonder
If it will ever be safe to go forward
Feigning roadkill in avoidance of pain
Raw hurt
Hemorrhaging
The wounds of tender moments festering
My cynical sweet elliptical Miss
There is freedom in danger on
This spiraling sphere hold on
By your fingers
Swing your legs horizontal
Wail and do not whisper
At its tilt and its whirl
The catechisms of mediocrity uncoil in
A bearing
That is unsure and yet
Uncaring
My dearest abashed looped lass
Life should not lack alacrity
As this planet pirouettes and
The wounded consecrate regrets
And we all wounded wonder
If it will ever be safe to go forward
Hold on
Hold on wholly
As you prance boldly
Across busy highways
As you play in traffic purposefully
Cling tightly
To the lessons of being
All hurt will find a meaning
In living
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