Letter to the Maid of Orlean

This has been a tough year
No school
No friends
Family shows little interest
And then there's the sickness
Obsessions on the obscure have transferred over to a fever and cough
But she is not sick
We are not sick
At night she says she wants to be a nun
 Today her frustration are rising
I tell her to ask St Joan of Arc to pray for her
She writes a letter
I am forbidden to read it
The letter goes in the mailbox headed for heaven

The Scream

Goblin screams in pain
But what can I do?
A frightened being such as myself can do nothing
I am small with no strength
So I chose to shut my door
My work must be finished
There are deadlines
The screams wont stop
Someone put it out if its misery
If I had a weapon I would
Straight through the heart
For a few moments there was silence
Sweet silence
But it was short lived
Screams return
Will someone make it stop
After pacing for hours
I go to the king
Rant about this goblin and the screams and how I fear for the kingdom.
I don't know what I expected
The goblin's death
A reward
A room at the palace for my pitiful attempt at protecting the kingdom.
Instead he gave me a cup of tea
Told me to release the goblin
Dress his wounds
You and the goblin are equally my servants

Sleeping Child

As you sleep, I sing a lullaby
Most of the words I don't know, so I hum the tune
I ponder this day what my world would be like without you
No screaming fits
No midnight vomiting
No rushing to the hospital
But then there would be no
Joy
Late night giggles
Nightly prayers
More importantly, without you I would still be in the desert
The desert of doubt
The desert of anger and longing
Longing for peace, a sense of belonging,
Jesus