She Rests At Maryland

In an utterly silent room she sits
echoed by the squeaking of the stairs,
they amuse each other with their sneaky snickers,
but she never really cared.

They talk about her sometimes,
the voices in the walls,
they mock at her promiscuous acts,
and drove her crying down the halls.

There was an animal she fancied,
a stuffed one at that,
it was always in the place she left it
she always got it back.

Eventually, she grew out of it,
because it couldn't really love,
it couldn't hold her, kiss her, or touch her,
...alike the man she once loved.

Growing out of the animals she loved,
meant growing out of innocence,
and the girl that once stood equal to her mother's side,
grew into the girl that fell in love with substance.

As that walls began to crumble,
and the stairs beneath her feet,
the stuffed animal that comforted her,
was not easy to defeat.

She cradled her lonely toy,
and ran straight for the door,
she wasn't going to let them get her,
at least not anymore.

...And she ran as fast as she could,
until her heart turned to sand,
and now she rests silently in a place called,
Merry-Land.

Author's Note

Sorry, a bit of cheesy rhyming there, but it kinda rolled out like that. (:

Reviews

[barleygirl]

To be honest, I didn't notice your rhyming, so it must not have been distracting (I believe rhyming should not hijack the flow of a message, even tho I'm guilty of this myself). The thing that stands out about your message is the way you use the symbol of a stuffed animal. That's a brilliant idea well-expressed. I could feel the stuffed animal being a treasured relic from childhood, as well as being the curse of whatever one's addiction/torture upon reaching adulthood might be. I could feel how we try to let go of the stuffed animal, leave it behind, in both cases -- both the childhood letting go & the adulthood letting go. Nicely tangled message but still crystal clear (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Marianne Miller]

I never thought this was cheesy until possible the very last verse, It came across as honest, or at least as honest as a piece of writing can be. It was incrediby thought wrenching, significang and relates toa lot of girls ina time where we dont' know if we're as grown up as we think/hope we are. It echoes a life not fully lived or achieved which is incredibly sad, it also on a second reading...they talk about her sometime. the voices in the walls.

and the reference to her mother. Indicates (At least I think)that although the narrative is about the girl, its possibly her parents view of and memories of; her that are really being discussed here. It gives it another dimension to the poem as to the girls fear of losing her innocence ans moving into a new phase of her life where there is no "idealised" protector to cling to like her stuffed animal is being mournded by more than just herself?

A great read, wonderful poet that i'll forward to hearing more from.

[ebur™]

I know what you mean how things just roll out, but I though this poem was good. It was sad but touching. A really captivating piece and well written to me. great job! :)

[Blue Sky]

A rather sad piece that touches so deeply
a story that embellishes with her memories,
sadly pointing to a place where she rests,
which once was a girl, once alive, yet forever remembered
here in these words, a wonderful piece that takes one to beyond her peripheries!
A very wonderfully written piece!

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Here is my honest opinion the beginning of this poem is better than simply good.. I think there were some places near the end that drag..and could actually be cut.. you're a wonderful writer all in all
Here is what I mean..

In an utterly silent room she sits
echoed by the squeaking of the stairs,
they amuse each other with their sneaky snickers,
but she never really cared.

There was an animal she fancied,
a stuffed one at that,
it was always in the place she left it
she always got it back.

As that walls began to crumble,
and the stairs beneath her feet,
the stuffed animal that comforted her,
was not easy to defeat.

[Lunar Pup]

wow i love how the poem is like a story its captivating and amazing good job

[fireblossom]

I know how things sort of roll out :-) It happens to me all the time.

This is a good poem. Some grammer issues but who cares ... I don't really. It told me a story and captured my imagination. Well done.

[Vanessa]

N***a, this has to beone of my favorites. You and I both share a mentioning of a few things here, and so I understppd a lot of things here. I like that you used the stuffed animal torepresent an innocence, and I picture your stuffed rabbit at the mention of a stuffed animal here.

The theme was understood, and I think that while both you and I share a somewhat unhealthy addiction to substance, Maryland is always there for both sides of us, innocent and substance-related. It's a place for us to regain the innocence and truth in life no matter how fucked up we'd been.