Modern-Day Emily Dickinson penning the “Hope” Poem at Different Stages in Her Life, Part 1 (click title to see full poem)

In High School Bemoaning a Ginormous Zit

 

“Forever” is the thing with height

“Forever” is the thing with height

That perches on my nose –

And throbs in triumph –

And never goes away – at all –

And vilest – in the Mirror – is seen

And worthless must be the creams

That should abash this massive blemish

That cost so much for me –

I’ve cursed it in the strongest way –

And prayed upon my knees

Yet – never – in Mercy

Has is gone away – for me

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