ComfortA Poem by Katie Alexander"Tell me, love, all about that shadowed world you wander through."
When you tell me
you are not good enough, my lips taste chalky graphite as though the pencil I yearn to grind down to a stub from the plethora of words I'd scrawl on a million scraps of creamy paper, uselessly attempting to confine the beauty of your being in the confines of the English language, already rests against my mouth. When you tell me about the ugly hand of cards the Joker dealt you, something in me shatters. And the tears I'd rather kiss off your cheeks drip down on the carpet, but for all I know they are filling up my lungs and I am drowning in them, because an ACT score didn't merit me the wisdom of how to breathe a word of comfort to you. So tell me, love, all about that shadowed world you wander through. I want to hold your hand (with my left, for that was the one closest to my heart, before you stole it), and keep you steady where you stumble. With my other hand I'll bear a candle, so that every darkened crevice and cobwebbed corner may be as illuminated as my world was when you walked into it. © 2014 Katie AlexanderAuthor's Note
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