Cards We Are Handed
She looks at the brown plain ceiling
With her chestnut brown eyes
Thinking about the healing process
To this unknown girl
The healing process could take
Minutes, days or years
She had been healing for 25 years
Trying to heal from the physical pain
From her mother
She remembers her mother locking her
In her room
With her staring at her plain white walls
Those grotesque words
From her brother and friend
She took out her black and white notebook
Started to draw an elegant flower
That reminded her of the people
That healed her
Her doctor and her therapist
Become inunison
Therapist helps heal her back to a
Healthy emotional state
The doctor heals her back
To a healthy, medical state
G-d
Heals her back spiritually
The women closes her precious eyes
And thunks of these memories
That she fights to forget
How her brother
Would slap her
With his massive strong hand
She thinks of her mother
Her brother
And friend
She took out her black marker
And started drawing a K
Massive swirls
Around the flower
Imagining her mother’s enormous
Curly dead black hair
With her pierced black square eyebrows
Her blood red lipstick
She took out her red sharpie
Drew little devil horns
Around the swirls
She thought of the cunning, slick smile
Her brother had
Her sinister smile
As they were
Always alike
He had her same night sky black hair
But thin eyebrows
Instead of square
He wears his favorite fire – hydrant red t- shirt
She doodled a petit house around
The devil horns
With a blue sharpie
Her friend, who adored to criticize
Her sexuality and religious beliefs
She had the most
G-d
Awful frizzy hair
That reminded her of Mars
With eyes as icebergs
Whenever she thought of these three people
She had nightmares of how
Gruesome these people were
The healing process takes time
People tend to use different methods
Her therapist tries to accept
Her sexuality and religious beliefs
Doctor gives her certain types of medication
That helps her not get bad again
She drops her pen
Looks through the radiant sun glowing
Through her clear glass
Window
She walks outside appreciating
G-d
Creating nature
Kelsey Kessler
Kelsey Kessler is a current sophomore at Drew University and is studying psychology, creative writing and theatre arts. She enjoys writing poetry about fiction and also enjoys writing poetry about stories she creates. When not studying she has her own radio shows called different topics where she talks about different movies, music, and broadway shows.
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