Poems from AbbieGabrie
Pitter patter
The sounds of my feet walking on wooden boards
Jumping into my father's arms knowing he would catch me.
Or would he?...
You can try to scrub yourself clean,
Imagining it's just a dream.
A clear bottle of soap rests on the tub,
And this nitty grime won’t fade...
I unconfidently told a guy, I look like a man.
And his response was: at least your eyes are pretty.
At least?
How can my eyes possibly...
I’ve healed from the curse you gave, but endless words flood my paper.
Lines I will never be strong enough to say in real time.
I feel...
He encapses the glory of a shepherd of God.
She is the sheep that lingers behind the flock.
He speaks in tongues of admirability.
She can...