We Are Literary

We could have been a great story,

but you pushed us to the back shelf.

Shushed us like a school librarian

keeping our voiced words un-felt.

Tucked off to a nook by the foyer,

"Pfft", can't you see the dust here?"

Is it not clear to you too that we

may get sick of us, "huh dear?"

"No", "No", "No tears"

"You'll only make the matter worse."

Just hold your chin up, "there, there",

now speak out, tell me where it hurts.

—JG