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How I Felt When I Was Fourteen

by Diane Paley Davis

I’d been spending my life inside a glass jar,
Watching the world from within,
Shouting out loud, though not to be heard
Through the walls which surrounded me.
No one was able to touch me
Through these walls I dwelt within.
If they could they’d feel how I trembled
From wanting to be free
To breathe the air of companionship,
To know how it feels to be loved.
But nobody bothered to hear my cries,
Because nobody really cared.


Author's Note: Another one written many years ago. The title is self-explanatory.

Posted on 01/11/2006
Copyright © 2021 Diane Paley Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/05/15 at 11:48 AM

as I read this, I could feel myself inside that jar and completely empathize.

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