
Kiana Khansmith
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Ally
The crowded room felt empty.
Flowers on tables for the party,
Drinks nursing laughs in ecstasy,
Voices tangled in a foreign melody,
Glasses raised to a bright destiny,
Hands on waists dancing slowly,
Holding the warmth tightly, closely.
Tormented souls chasing liberty,
Hushed promises of longevity,
Kiss on a cheek, blush slightly,
Embrace dearly, strongly.
Never let go, I scream silently.
Me and my heart are still lonely,
Longing for a glimpse of sympathy—
Maybe a bit of hope for my agony,
A cure for my racing thoughts,
Sleepless nights, cold sheets.
A light in a storm that guides me home.
Home is where the heart is.
I guess I'm still lost—or just lonely.
The door opened—here comes Ally,
Angel from heaven or royalty.
Bluest eyes in the whole county.
Are there butterflies in my stormy?
Why am I feeling giddy?
My breath caught in my lungs suddenly.
The clock on the wall stopped lamely.
Why is it taking eternity?
Small steps advancing calmly,
With a grace unknown to Earth, surely.
Golden hair framing her face delicately,
Swaying as she comes near me.
Lost in my fantasy,
I heard a soothing voice gently
Brush against my ear, lowly—
Four letters, she only said: Ally.
A name for the rest of my story.
-Sam Lane-
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is a quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’
Mary Anne Radmacher