The Buck Tooth Smile

 

Wanting it more than anything

Yet clinging to the enemy

Mulling over the choices

The empty bottle or continuity?

 

Could it be worth it?

One more breath

One more step

One more empty day?

 

Or to end it now

The pain

The suffering

And let oneself fade away?

 

Resting upon warm lips

Angled down an innocent throat

When an object catches the eye in despair

And glass shatters

The last hope spreads out across the floor

 

A picture frame sits upon the table

A girl in pink skips rope

Six years old

with a Buck tooth smile

Happy and carefree

 

 

A smile that disappeared so long ago

Returns now

From this girl she thinks she knows

Suddenly she’s here in the world

And the world is here for her

 

fall to the knees

 tears in the eyes

The pieces all around

That once screamed suicide

 

Scared to death now

But alive none the less

She knows it’s not her time to quit

But how close she come to it

 

Because that little girl was happy

Not as long ago as it seems

Ponies, ballet slippers, and the wonderful life ahead

Were once in those little girl’s dreams

 

And who was she to take away

The dreams of such a child?

She almost did it

But she didn’t do it

Because that girl with the buck tooth smile

Was she.

Reviews

[Bear]

Wow!! Guess it is a good idea to look at yourself intently in the mirror once in a while!! I was thinking this was going to be a contemplating suicide poem and was so pleased to read it ended without glass cutting veins!! Ah, we're better off living than not being here at all. ;~)
Good write... no very fine!!
Sallie Bear