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