By Rebecca Perkalis
Papers strewn about
On a thick, cherry wood table
A cold, blustery breeze
Turns the curtains
Jaggedly
Papers strewn across
The table
Slipped under
Table, chairs
Spaces under the stove
Secrets or sheets
Hiding away
I open the
Pine door
Whoosh of a fall gust gale
Tries to knock
Me down
I see the secret stories
Poems written
Beginnings of a self tale
As I quickly
Gather these
On top
An untamed secret story
Meant
For me
The past
To the present
Discovered
As truth
Rebecca Perkalis has been writing poetry since middle school. Some of her
favorite poets are Adrienne Rich and Sylvia Plath. Her poetry is personal, with
emotional elements. She has a B.A. in sociology from Emmanuel College in
Boston. Besides writing and reading, she enjoys acrylic painting.