Megan Ayscue

Rookie (February 12,1987 / Raleigh)

Across The Way - Poem by Megan Ayscue

Across the way,
Past the tall grass and rusted swingset
There is a house that is on the verge of collapse
And inside there is a poor girl
Crying her eyes out from depression.

I lean against the window sill
And crane my head to see more.
Her parents are gone, her family has left her
All alone in the broken down house
Across the way.

When I see the poor girl
I cry, too.
It is so sad to see such a young girl in such a state.
I weep, knowing I can do nothing
She is all alone across the way.

I cannot pull my eyes away
As the girl sobs and cries and wails.
There is nothing I can do to help her.
She is all alone, past the tall grass
And the rusted swingset where she once played.

Everyone is gone from her.
Her parents always fought, moved away
Leaving her behind in the old house
On the verge of collapse
Across the way.

Then I notice around the corners
The metallic sheen shining brightly at me.
I back up and look around
And realize that I am looking into a mirror.
The little girl is me.

She is my reflection.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

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