Own World Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Own World



I am solitude
In a busy world,
A single figure
On a playground swing
Listening to clattering dinner dishes
From glowing kitchen windows.
I am a child
In a blue snow world,
Cold envy pressed
Against glass,
Only imagining
Such warmth
When
I am happiest
Among the stars.

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