You. I am caught in the curve of the vowels. Or am I hiding? Are You
cradling me? Away from the cradle of You, I am a disappointment. Newborn hope falling like a baby
from the windblown tree. But I don’t
mind because I am disappointed. I am let
down, so why mind being it? I would be
it for You. And I am. I write lullabies for
the wind.
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About Me
- Molly Shea
- Molly Shea is a nonfiction writer and a recreational poet in New York City. Her memoir-in-progress Love You, Mean It tells the story of how growing up in a dysfunctional matriarchal family in Southwestern Wisconsin ultimately affected her adult life. It is a story about love in the context of rape, abuse, alcohol, and hope. Molly would like to live and love happily ever after. Molly holds a Masters from The New School.
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