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Chrysanthemum Crenshaw



Cold Stunned

Drifting amid cloudy waters

Plastic surrounds me, as I

waver over the past and present

I don’t see the future here

Here, I can’t see anything

I am cold stunned

Waiting for human hands

To take me out of this

Some days I plead to be released from this shell,

From this hell, where I am trapped in the echo chamber of my

Barely conscious mind

Please, don’t leave me behind

I am distant from the world, here

Distant from everything. Drifting.

I am cold stunned

Shocked and shaken,

Still, but here still

hollow, but not without hope --

Don’t have me mistaken

You there, on land

I know you can help

I know you’re trying to understand

this pain that I feel,

The melancholy I have felt,

in the cold

It’s okay if you’re scared --  we all are

All my sisters and brothers

And we all just want what you want, human

A safe, warm place to grow old

You see, we are cold stunned

And we all just want to go home

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​Chrysanthemum Crenshaw left home at an early age to pursue her passions of environmentalism, volunteerism, animal welfare, and writing. Her writing is often inspired by adversity, grief, love, and other powerful parts of the human experience. This particular poem was inspired by the magic of endangered sea turtles.
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