Today’s prompt: cast your mind back to your own childhood and write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.
Can’t Do It
A busy day at work today and now,
my brain is tired and wants to go to sleep.
Our prompt, a subject for another time:
too many things that as a child I feared,
to try to pick just one to write about.
Not all of them still haunt me to this day;
but those that do, I’m slowly working through.
I light a candle now in honor of
that younger me so full of fear and doubt.
I wish someone had told her way back then
that one day she’d be happy and feel safe!
So this is really all I have for now;
that Little Me is safe within my heart.
klm
4/19/23
Okay okay I did it after all.
(untitled)
running again, hot tears blinding her eyes
the young girl runs as if for her life
because to her that’s how it feels…
her bully is chasing her again
(ouch! as the rock he’s just thrown meets her head)
she doesn’t even wonder why anymore
she just
runs
as fast as her little-girl legs can take her
praying he will give up a little sooner today
a miracle then
he trips and falls, perhaps nudged by a passing angel
she makes it home and climbs quickly up her tree
where the rest of the world
can’t touch her
and she cries until there are no tears left
at least, until the next time
klm
4/19/23
Whispered Wanderings 
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