Molly, by Sheri

Molly
by Sheri


Molly couldn't serve.  Wouldn't go to the light like a insect.
Held back her voice like a language wouldn't fit.

Molly dressed in style outwardly, but tried hiding hickies.
She was there when she should be, portrayer of the current.

Molly never leapt into full blown childhood, but was swept by depression.
She never spoke a word against, or a word 'for'.

Molly wanted same friends to mend the longest day.
There to smile.  There to barely reach out beyond.  There to hold on.

Molly wanted love like a star that accepts the darkness.  Then doesn't.
She created a necessary distance with everyone.

Molly no longer stood for redemption of a new day.
She ended it in bloom.  She ended it in blood bloom.