Pastel Pain: A Poetry Collection

Good luck!

You threw me a Personal Freedom Drainer

concealed among Devil's Snare

I held on for dear life

but my grip was too tenuous

no match for school board rulings.

it slid out of my hands

and

disappeared,

leaving me treading water

alone

until a new boat drove up

and told me I would be rescued

under some conditions.

I would sacrifice my freedom

                                  my connections

                                  my everything.

There was a chance, 

they said,

that I would find someone in this new world.

But good luck with that!