The Memory Keeper's Daughter - Pressure

Author's Note: I wrote this in response to the novel, The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards, and I don't really like this book that much.  I don't know why but it's just one of those books that is like ehhh so I haven't really been writing about the book as much as just about random things going on so this is like one of the poems that is actually about the book.  This poem is about the nurse who ends up keeping the daughter that the doctor/father gave away and it's kind of about how her life has so much pressure and she feels so pressured to make something out of herself and she's kind of just waiting for life to begin with this weight on her shoulders.  I guess, it's just her frustration towards life. 

Glass shards scattered across the wood paneled floor

From broken mirrors -- broken bottles

This beauty is a breakdown

The colorful glass comes from pain

A weak soul -- lost in the universe

The broken glass creates

Patterns

Reflecting light off the ceiling -- the walls

The blank white walls

Vibrant with the colors

I look down at my arms

Dots of color speckle my skin

The sunlight shines from between

The thick curtains, that sweep the dusty floor

The colors surround me -- remembering

The musty church pews

Where I, as I kneeled before the alter,

Watched the spots of color

Play across my interlaced fingers

The tall, majestic stain glass windows

Towering over me, overpowering

Beating me down and down

Smashed to the dirty, worn carpet

Quickly -- run over the broken glass

Grab those curtains

And rip them close

Alone at last in this darkness

No more sparkles of color glimmering

On pale white skin

A weak soul -- lost in the universe