The following is an original poem that I wrote when I was in high school. It was published in the high school literary magazine and is currently my one and only published piece. Hope you enjoy it!
Beyond Her Pale Crib Walls
By Shellie Kinard
The baby cries out softly
but no one hears her plea.
They don't know why she's whining
and, sadly, nor does she.
Her fragile heart is beating
to the rhythm of the clock.
It hangs upon the wall
making endless ticks and tocks.
Her little fingers reach out
then curl up into balls.
She looks out with curiosity
beyond her pale crib walls.
The surroundings lie in shadows.
Her timid eyes cannot see.
This crib is safe and warm
yet she longs to be
Free.
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