By Carissa Kobel
PROMPT — If only ...
In her dreams, a cradle rocks
Lullabies constantly in her head
She chose to chase a clock
It wasn’t important to go to bed
Longing for love, but on the wrong block
It will happen later she said
She walks through shadows of choices made
The weight of her steps, no one can repair
It’s all her fault, for this is what she paid
She cries out, but only in despair
The dream is beginning to fade
Why me, she asks in prayer
She’s happy for everyone else by default
The scars are constant reminders on her skin
More news causes her to halt
It’s so easy for her kin
When will she realize this isn’t her fault?
Thankful for her eight paws
She is now thawed
Grateful for her rock
Like a knight he unlocked
Blessed unconditionally by her flock
Carissa Kobel is 42 years young and this is the first poem she has ever written. It's very personal to her, as it is her story. Carissa wants other women to know they are not alone. Carissa writes from Dwight, IL.
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