Best Poem of Hannah Gilchrist

Through Your Eyes
Bare & broken, I stand before you.
My crippled and tortured body falls away.
You behold me as a child.
I see myself through your eyes;
I am loveable, I am beautiful.
My soft blue skirt folds and flows as I dance.
With lost awareness, I am free,
and extend to the limit of myself.
I feel a fullness . . .
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The Station
The station

Dusty seats on a beaten subway
Broken dreams peel off the walls
The call for something better
Amidst the stench of stale tobacco
Acrid & dusty; it catches the throat
The voice is hoarse and foreign to it's owner
The tocsin echoes in the empty halls
Even the wind has a voice as it . . .
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