elise.writer

To the 16-year-old girl who
Lived five miles down the road, not too far,
And knew, accepted mistakes of her own, learning from them,
Because she was not ready to be a mother

Now she will unwillingly suffer through birth

There's no storybook good and evil
We've all got a little bit of good, a little bit of evil
And yet we cease to grasp the fact that
Denying that drop of evil is what sparks even more to awaken

As a new dawn awakens may
The sun shower potential upon this new day
Shedding light upon grayed branches of slayed sprouts
Terminating their growth for the sake of
Economics and finances and appliances

Moonlight wisely peered at our circle
Glancing through the shadowed trees.
Tangles of bristles
Wove their way into this
Mangled clump of gray
Whom we offered the gift of our greatest breath.