Laura Strom Poems
|1.||Upon My Departure||10/6/2003|
|7.||One, Two, Three||10/6/2003|
|12.||Tired Of Rumors||10/6/2003|
|13.||For My Baby||10/6/2003|
|15.||God Please Hold Me||10/6/2003|
|17.||How Could You||10/6/2003|
Comments about Laura Strom
torn apart by gossip
destroyed by half truths
the girls at school don't know me
but they act as if they do
they whisper and they giggle
as i walk down the halls
making school unliveable-
do they even care at all?
sometimes i think they must be right
maybe i am cheap
but all i feel about them
to their face i never speak.
keep silent and smile
is all i need to do.
to survive this high school drama
where friends are far and few.
The tender sunshine in the morining
warms my face as my eyes imitate
those of a newborn-squinting, blinking
trying to make out what is before me.
My mouth yawns and I feel rested.
'Beautiful Day' are the words
that scroll through my mind.
The pain of yesterday
will get a raincheck.