By:Rebecca McCoy
Shadows creep slowly along empty walls
Wooden floors echo with ticking of clocks
Skittering mice scurry down lonely halls
The door waits in vain for that special timely knock
As the sun rises, I start each new day
Working and cleaning this place where I live
My child and dog keep me company
Though I yearn for the hugs that only you give
But meanwhile I wait here, mostly alone,
Hoping each day that you will return home.
SNAKE
The hate slithers through his mind,
Sinuous and with forked tongue,
Leaving behind a telltale skin
As a token of its silent presence.
(And I creep backwards silently, praying to go unnoticed....)
Rebecca McCoy tells us:
I have written poetry all my life, beginning in earnest during the third grade. Throughout the years, I have been published numerous times in local and educational literary magazines such as “New Voices,” at Luther Northwestern Theological Seminary, “Afterwork,” at Concordia College in both 1995 and 1996, and “Expressions,” at Mounds View High School. Although not poetry, my writing is currently featured on a number of websites, including Pagan World Report.com.Please send any comments on this piece to:Survivor Haven
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