Tornado Alley

by Maple Tree   Nov 11, 2019


I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged
between a rock and earthy soil.

Taking a journey alone
(like I often did at 15)
because at that time
no person alive understood me
and my ancestors had no voice
(except at night when I summoned them)

It was an alley covered in dirt and dust
flat rocky land- not a city
but a barren wasteland (like my heart)
and when I whispered sorrow
they heard me- the gypsies.

Going home was sorrow in my pockets
and glitter upon my heels.

People knew where I was
but I was never named Dorothy
and I didn't have a dog-

I was a witch stuck between churches -
and that is a lonely place to be...

when you are trying to understand
who you really are....

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  • 8 months ago

    by Tanya Southey

    So beautiful, not a clichè in sight.

  • 8 months ago

    by Brenda

    Growing up always feeling like you dont quite fit in really anywhere, totally relate to this Andrea. I love how you put this to words my friend-beautiful..

  • 8 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Going home was sorrow in my pockets
    and glitter upon my heels."

    ^
    These two lines took my breath away. I can only imagine the weight and heaviness of sadness, yet I also know there's a light, a glitter that is with you too. You've shown the beauty through the deepest pain.

    I'm so sorry no one heard or tried to understand you then, but I am glad that nature and the Earth became such a backbone, a way to feel loved and listened to. This is an incredibly inspirational and moving piece, as all your works are, because you write from that lovely heart of yours. If it means anything, knowing you has shown me the wonder of accepting one's self, though it can take time and be a lonely process.

    <3

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