Modern Day Gretel
Like a modern day Gretel,
I stopped to eat the witch’s house.
The woods were dark,
my feet were aching,
and I had cried my eyes dry.
I was desperate
desperate enough to eat a house.
The scraps offered by the witch
were enough to keep me content.
With shelter, food, and companionship—
even bad companionship—
I was better off in the house
than in the woods.
Maybe if the witch
had eaten me earlier,
I wouldn’t have struggled so much,
but this Gretel was ready to live again
to fight for life.
Getting out of the house was hard,
and going back through
the nightmare woods
was harder.
But now I live.
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