Trapped

Where is Mommy?
I wonder as I roll down the
hallway on a big bed.
I'm in a scary room
And I want my sissy.
These clown jammies
Are much too big.
Don't these doctors
Know I'm only three?

I'm on my knees on
The big bed.
A doctor with a
mask and a hat
with animals on it
is holding a mask
on my face.

"Say hi to Ernie and Bert,"
he says.
I start crying
because I know
Ernie and Bert don't
live inside that mask.

I'm starting to get sleepy
Tingling from head to toe,
I can't get up.
It feels like I'm floating
right off the table.

Uncertainty

As I sit in Creative Writing I
I think of you and wonder
how you are.
I imagine your face,
Your fun sense of humor
And your love for country music.
It's only now that I realize,
I never really got attached,
Hardly even knew you
And now I really
wish I did.
Hww was life
when you were young?
I desperately want to know.
I'm so afraid of losing you.
so,
before you leave
tease me like you used to,
tell me you're okay.
Because I love you
And I cannot
let you go.

I Am

I am the braces on a toddler.
The constant reminder
that this four year old
is unable to run with
the other kids.

I am the scars
on a young girl's legs.
A permanent imperfection
that can never be erased.
Every time she slips on
a pair of shorts
she thinks of me
and worries about
rejection.

I am a pair of Canadian crutches.
Supporting, listening and understanding
the trials and tribulations of
a teenager's confused emotional state.

I am the teal Quickie
that gives the girl freedom
she has always dreamed of,
"You don't have to run,"
I tell her.
"With me, you can fly!"