She let her bags gently slide off her shoulder as she glanced around her room
The room that she paid thirty dollars a week for
In this strange house, she calls her new home
With this new family, she finds a new beginning
A new life, to start in whatever and however, she knows how
At 16 going on 30 perhaps, she doesn’t know, but it seems like, for now
It seemed like the world has stopped going round for her
She keeps on moving, walking each heavy step
She looks at the bed with its silky pale blue sheets and felt its coolness, or was it just how she felt
The coldness and sterile part of the beginning of her journey
Sadness tried to grip her heart and entire being, but she didn’t let it, for all she felt was nothing
Her being numb and frozen
Beyond this door and walls, she just needed to survive day after day
This day and tomorrow
For all she had was herself and what good would it do, to drown in sorrow, when you’re all alone, it’ll only get worse
She awakes early in the morning to do what the master of the house instructs her to do
Before she heads off to school
Alone on the road, she accepts that ride, only to escape the bitterness slap of the snowy blizzard against her face
The old man with the white hair, ever so polite and gentle with his words and smile, lifted her spirits with his kindness
The walk back home in the dead of the night after her shift at the bakery, wishing he’d appear, made her feel sad because it made her feel lonely
Hungry for someone to care, it’s been awhile
If only he would re-appear just to ask how her day was, is all she needed
Starved for his kindness, as she enters the house, full of chores waiting for her tired body
At 2 am, she finished ironing the last piece of clothing and headed upstairs to her room with the pale blue silky sheets
Not once did she think of her mother, in another continentย probably thinking of her daughter, trying not to think of her too
The day had come when she couldn’t take it anymore
Taken for granted for being young
Taken for granted for being alone
Taken for granted for being poor
She finally left that house with the room that had a bed with pale blue silky sheets, and she was free
2 thoughts on “Pale Blue Silky Sheets – Poetry – July 20th 2020”
Wow
How perfect
Thanks Tess
Thanks, Ron! XOXO