Jane Echo Poem by Maura Herboldsheimer

She couldn't see
And neither could he
Blindfolds start weighing
No visible seams.

So they'll keep on dreaming
And sleep in the evening
And space, with thoughts straying
Sans reality.

The throes of a mother
She'll weep and she'll mutter
She'll smile and embrace
Because her arms are a shutter.

He's the father, another
Yet trapped like no other
Tired lines hold no grace
No kind words would he utter.

In the eyes of a child
Seeing the weak and the wild
Is a heart that is hurting
And a soul that won't smile.

The years will be filed
Still her temperament is mild
Her stomach is churning
Could she stand to be trialed?

The pen is now shaking
With the force of her aching
There's no turning back
For the words are awaking.

The borders are breaking
From this thirst that she's slaking
Through rhyme and the facts
She's a Poe in the making.