Poems from Julie Marasco
To those who handed me the paintbrush
to craft a mind of my own
In a world that's rich in color,
To those who spoke up in the quietest...
When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging...
I've had friends
Invisible, and solid
Some, and then none
One, and only one,
Some who loved to please me
While others dared to deceive me...
Pain is like snow.
You look up—
And no matter how hard you squint,
You can't quite see where it's coming from.
From time to time it may...
They always told me
"You write too much"
So, I stopped.
At the dinner table,
They'd silence me
With their glaring eyes.
And all I could do...