Sarah's Poetry

Excerpted from Are your eyes listening? Collected works
© 2007 Sarah Stup. All rights reserved in all media.

Eat my sounds
Whisper to me—
I will listen.
Ask, ask, ask—
I see you struggling.
Teach me a way—
I find new power.
Discover my hidden voice—
I am alive.
Arm me with sound—
I am a baby.
Wish to help me?

I eat my sounds with utensils acting like
Knives cutting away
at proof that I am a stupid girl,
Forks piercing an idea
that I am not a real person,
Spoons that dip out
words and sounds I can’t stop.

Sound is not who I am—
It is who you are.
I am a silent voice.
I choose to be not your echo.
You find me lots typing.
To type is my real voice.
Tune in!
Read my words—
They sound like Sarah, a real person.

Wishing
Wishing is like quick glimpses
but not a good view.
It is hopeful
but not in reach.
It is a piece of thought
but not a plan.
It is going on a youthful imaginary trip
but not a real journey.

Wishing is a beginning.
Wishing could also be the end.
Wishing is not real
but it could be . . .
Or not . . .
Or yes!