by Amy Holverstott, 2003


come long hour, take the day away

some song I hear again

brings feelings of sobbing from within

still as a stone statue on the surface

unable to utter a cry

a wail cannot be heard by others

but inside the screams never end

like rock I am hard

take an axe to me and I break

but in time I will be sand

and the sand will make glass

and the glass, a mirror

and then you will look into my eyes

every day.