The Giant
A poem written by Reporter Allison Muncy
A green, huge, ugly giant sees me and he picks me up by the back of the shirt
I start to scream and kick but I stop after I realize that I cannot change this situation
I do not want this to happen
But it already is
So I stop fighting him
He puts me in the palm of his furry hand and I watch in horror as his fingers close around me and darkness encompasses me
but there is a small sliver of light coming in from between his fingers
Once my eyes adjust, I can see his dark green fur
I hate the color green
I’ve been here before, but I’m still not used to it
I hear the muffled conversations happening outside from inside the giant’s hand
There are people laughing and talking and having a great time
It seems like the giant is having a party where I wasn’t invited
or I was invited but I didn’t fit in
Or didn’t belong
No one asks what’s in the palm of his hand
They don’t notice
Or care
I feel the tiny movements he makes like when he switches the weight in his feet
Or when he breathes
He stays in one spot
And doesn’t move
I feel alone
the darkness is intimidating
And I feel worthless and unwanted
I sit down in the palm of this giant’s hand since I can’t go anywhere
I pull my knees to my chest and put my hands around my legs and put my head in between my knees and I close my eyes
I want to scream
But I can’t
I breathe heavily
I think a lot
I listen to the conversations and I feel uncomfortable
I just want to go back to the safety of my home
I just want to leave
Escape
Run as far as I can from this place
But I am trapped
So what am I supposed to do?
James B • Dec 15, 2018 at 11:15 am
This is a very talented poetry writer- I like the mature use of symbolism and deep meaning. You need to keep this up and branch out with your poems. Good luck to you