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Searching for Meaning
April 23, 2013
Last night, I walked
to the window, gazed
out the glass and looked
for something, anything
—you—
but the glass shone
through to the gray trees
and bare sky. I hoped
you would see me, find me
know me,
but it was only my window.
I pounded the glass,
beat on the clear shield
until it shattered
into thirty-four sharp
splinters. I cut my
hand, and I wished
you could
see me,
gouged and
covered
with your dark blood.
© Halsey S., Marblehead, MA
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