The Lonely Straightener

As I sit in the drawer all lonely and cold,
I say to myself, as my cord chokes me.
“When will she come unwind my cord,
And plug me in to get warm?”
I don’t like this cold dark drawer,
I don’t like it at all,
So until she comes again to talk me out
Forever will I mourn.


Summit

The doors wait, anticipating, until they’re opened.
They sit sadly, solemnly in silence.
The buses arrive and release the vicious tigers waiting to attack.
Like a tornado touching down on a glass building.
It is torn, shattered and destroyed.
I sit and think about the true
Meaning of summit
To offer students another chance,
To better their lives
But the meaning I see is deeper.
People fight, other comfort those fighting,
People hate, others love those hating,
In the end, everyone has ONE to rely on for love and support.
We need to strive to be that one.
To be the one not hating.
The end of the day come, the doors close.
Locked. Waiting. Anticipating for tomorrow

Rachel