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Alison Dodsworth Apr 2012
I’m looking out the window,
Because after all that the most I can do
It’s the closest way to get outside
I see those doors that I walked in
And realize I will NEVER get out
(well someday (soon) I will)
Things are a little exaggerated here,
But at the same time they are dumbed down

There is no worry.  No worry.

I’m looking out the window,
And thinking that I would really like to be outside,
Just because I know I can’t.
I look at the doors, seeing the nurses come
In and out
They are so lucky because they have it figured out
I think.

I think and think and think.

I’m seeing those people outside
And they are wet because it’s raining.
It’s probably raining because I’m sitting here
If I were at home I would jump around
In the puddles with my little sister
I see myself doing that on that little broken patch of sidewalk
I know that my body has lifted itself
And flown outside the window

I’m am so far gone, gone.

March 4, 2012
Alison Dodsworth Apr 2012
Teacher,

You will never
Truly
Know,
The impact that you will make on me
I will not tell

You see-
Not out of fear,
But out of extreme love,
Care,
Compassion.

I am called to write for you,
And do so.
I made you a sign above your door
Stating what others don’t know.

You will
Listen, yes
You will
Learn, yes
You see the scars that I have,
Looking past them
You see- me

But you will cry for me-
Tears that mean so much,
Flowing down a face
That says, you are safe.
And that safety you spell
Whispers into my ear- go,

Go and be with the world.
Don’t hide behind your misspelled words
Don’t let your actions define you.

You press me to read,
Know,
Create,
Be.
Laughter in the form of
Giggles.
I can’t stop.
I am glad for knowing you,
But mostly I am glad for letting you know me.

— The End —