In the Crowded Hallby April Ardis AndersonIn the crowded hall Of the high school. She glanced Did not glare But glanced And apologized. I saw in those eyes What I'd ne'er seen before. Buried Hidden behind the dull gloss Moaned dark pools of misery. Years of berating Of mock and taunt Swallowed by a soul. Dead. Her spirit broken Dead. Killed by insults and beatings Cheap laughs and cold stares. Was there still life in there In those frozen Desolate pools? Could it be revived Resuscitated Coaxed out Forced out Loved out? In that infinite second Clear were her dreams. Dreams that were not enough to warm For here they're always Keeping score Of every odd outfit Of mistake Of accident Of thought. I grabbed her by the arm. The eyes Waited for another hack To further numb her soul. I choked Swallowed And blurted "No, it's not your fault," An eyebrow raised Quizzically Then fell Deep in her eyes The darkness wavered Rippled. The shell Of anguish and strife Of hidden tears Shivered Shook Shattered. A smile A spark in the rank darkness Slowly grew To a flame of life Reborn Renewed Restored In the crowded hall Of the high school. |
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