Living Nightmare Poem by Kalee Skriver

These clouds were feather pillows to rest her weary head.

This deep sleep allows her to wash away

all the hurtful words that have been said

The child lifted her face to soak in the morning's rays

But then she realized that it had been taken away,

Just a portion of what she had left to pay.

This punishment placed upon her by the most scornful of gods,

Shook her conscious awake

and forced her to bear the weight of the judgement rod.

With the pressure of the disappointed looks upon her mind,

She did her best to shake it off and to not respond in kind.

Above it all, this is what she has determined to be.

Better than what everyone expected to see.