D-DAY (Escape)

This poem recalls my last birthday. I don't like celebrating. But 'friends' will insist. And thus I 'celebrated', much against my will. Here is where I wish it had really gone.

"Don't let them in", she said,
To the guard at the gate,
And then proceeded to her bed,
It was a quarter after eight.

She sighed contentedly,
Thinking all had been forgotten.
She laid her head down to sleep,
And drifted into oblivion.

Jarring doorbell brought her back,
Annoyed, she stumbled off the cot,
Cursing, she peeped out her window,
"Perfect day for my luck to rot".

They stood there at the door,
Balloons in hand, shiny presents galore,
They even had a box of cake,
Set open on the floor.

"NO ! This can't be happening".
She slipped her sneakers on.
She climbed out her kitchen window,
Dropped down without a sound.

Gathering herself, she ran,
And ran, and ran, and ran.
Until she finally reached
The clearing in the woods. 

There amidst the green she found,
The only family she knew,
Here was simply no pretense,
No "I'm so much better than you".
Here, she could just be herself,
Alone, but not alone.
Here was all she needed now,
Green, blue, black, stick and stone.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[megalOmaniac]

yes.or a week or even a year :) its the only time u can be completely urself, know wat i mean?

[Dalebear]

Sometime we just wanna have a quiet day