By SHELIA BLAND
A storage place for wounds that won’t heal.
A harbor for aging, putrid resentments
A spice rack for sniper attacks and ridicule
A bunker of hidden, forgotten hopes and dreams
A leaky faucet of laughter
A moldy basement of surprises
A cast for shaping yet confining.
A hologram of happiness
An Instagram, Hollywood, TikTok selfie of “Happily Ever After.”
Shelia Bland lives in Midtown Phillips. She has been writing most of her life to help herself understand the experiences and people in her shared world.
