The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 68

My Cave

Rosio Vargas

Poverty is my cave;

social media is my shadows.

I learned a long time ago

that I would never get what I wanted,

because I was born to a single mother;

a woman with ambition and three kids.

I, too, am chained to my ambition,

chained by these fleeting opportunities

for happiness.

Fearing the light,

I rarely spread my wings

and just shy deeper into the darkness.

Light gives false hope.

Light is only temporary

and then even the shadows vanish.

It gets dark again,

darker than the cave.

True darkness,

where I always remain safe

Where I should stay

safe from the pain.

Tali Norman