Inside of me

Inside of me there is a teen. He is tall and scrawny, and almost nude. He has long stringy brown hair. He is a prisoner, and not very well treated. His eyes are like coal and his vice is black velvet. I go to him when I need comfort

Inside of me there is a woman. She is plump and eccentric, with hair the color of fall leaves on fire. She dresses in long purple dresses and always carries a baby blue umbrella. She has eyes of spring blankets and voice made of squeaky hinges. I go to her when I need a mother

Inside of me there is a man. He is tall and strong like a lumberjack. Every night at the same time he reads his children a bedtime story and goes outside to wish on a star. He has russet hair, eyes the color of a clear summer day, and a voice of children’s laughter on the wind. I go to him when I need advice

Inside of me there is a little girl. She is as beautiful as the moon is pale; Her hair is the cleanest of blonde. She likes to sit on the swings and sing to herself when it’s dark. She has eyes the color of a clear blue pond and the voice of a church mouse. I go to her when I need love

Inside of me there is a little boy. He can’t hear, and he can’t speak and he can’t see. He has hair the color of dirt, He sits in his room and he plays with his toys, knowing his time is near. I go to him when I need to dream.

Inside of me there is a childless mother, fraught with illness. Everyday she sings a lullaby to her ceiling, and then waits for someone to pull the plug. She has eyes the color pf passion and a voice that sounds of a winter snowfall. I go to her when I need hope.

Inside of me there is criminal on the run. He can’t sit still and his raven hair is well past his ears. He has eyes the color of wisdom and a voice of innocents. I come to him when I need to survive.

Inside of me there is a man who whispers madness into the night. Never is he right, and his has no hair to keep his head warm. He has eyes the color of War and a voice that sings of passion. I go to him when I need to know the answers.

Inside of me there is an elderly woman whose family never visits her in the home. She spends all day looking out the window, waiting. She has hair the color of snow, eyes the color joy and a voice made of songbirds. I go to her when I need to love.

Inside of me there are two lovers who smile, clasp each other’s hands and take their last breaths under the rubble of their church, while outside the church protesters claim they have done the will of God. I go to them when I need the will to be myself

Inside of me there is a teen who stands at the edge of the cliff that marks the end of her family’s ranch, golden hair fluttering in the wind, she debates. She has eyes the color of need and a voice that sounds like wolves in the night. I go to her when I need the will to carry on.