Thursday, September 29, 2011

Crystal Dina; My Best Friend




This came to me in a half-awake dream one morning. I wasn't abused as a child, nor did I abuse my own children, but something compelled me to write this for those little boys and girls out there that can't speak for themselves. I know it's a dark subject, but some things need to be brought into the light.





My Mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal and I have plans
At the park with buckets of sand
Every day we build castles
With towers so high
They reach the sky.

My mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal doesn’t want to go
Mother gets mad when we are late
She yells and throws things
The bruises hurt
But not as much as her words.

My mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal and I have plans
At the park with buckets of sand
Every day we build castles
With walls so thick
They drown out the sounds.

My mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal doesn’t want to go
Daddy is much nicer; he doesn’t yell
But he touches me where he shouldn't
It makes me cry
But not as much as his thoughts.

My mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal and I have plans
At the park with buckets of sand
Every day we build castles
With moats so wide
They give us places to hide.

My mother says to be home
By three
But Crystal doesn’t want to go
Mother gets mad when Crystal and I talk
She says Crystal doesn’t exist
Crystal Dina is my friend;
My best friend.




Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination

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1 comment:

Babar Khan said...

A friend in need is the best friend.

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