Picture Poem by Rachelle cuellar

Broken and torn,
Thrown away and burned,
That picture that's being crumbled
Is just another part of my memory
That i wish would fade, would go away
To remember such a thing that again would never be
Breaks me down inside
Forces me to cry every night
To think a simple thing like a picture could yeild such a fantastic
Protrayal of my dreams
I can burn, tear and dissolve the picture
Yet i cant let go of the dream behind it
Why is it? Why cant i let go of it?
Perhaps im like the pigments that create the picture on that small
Piece of paper
If the paper gets hurt and dies
So do I.