The Hurried Child
They rise before the morning sun,Another race has just begun.A backpack bursting at the seams,No time for laughter, play, or…
They rise before the morning sun,Another race has just begun.A backpack bursting at the seams,No time for laughter, play, or…
Between the toes where shadows meet,Heloma Molle claims its seat.Indeed, it thrives where moisture clings,As tight shoes press and friction…
Beneath the skin so fragile and thin, Where blisters rise from the slightest sin, At first, it starts with a…
Beneath the body’s intricate design,Lies a struggle, the hip and spine entwine.At first, it’s subtle, a twinge, a strain,Then, like…
A scratch, a scrape, a wound so slight,At first, it stings, but not with fright.Although it burns, it will not…
At first, a touch—so light, so small,Yet soon, red lines begin to sprawl.Because the skin, so quick to heed,Responds to…
At first, a smile—yet soon it fades,For though I try, the face evades.Meanwhile, voices guide my way,Since features shift, then…
At first, it seems like nothing much,A change so slight, a subtle touch.Now and then, the stool runs thin,Yet soon…
First, the lungs expand with ease,Then air flows in, a gentle breeze.Because the body craves its need,Oxygen enters, life to…
Beneath the skin where wounds reside,Decay and pain so deep inside.Yet, nature grants a subtle grace,As maggots come to heal…