THE HANDMAID'S TALE

Offred, Off-Red, and Offered,

A simple, yet controversial color defines me.

I find hope and I lose hope,

Slipping through my fingers, and hanging others on Gilead's walls.

Isolation from society who thinks infertility is Nature's fluke,

Do I dare hope for Luke?

Hope is lost, Luke is dead,

A gravestone marks his head.

Grief is followed by despair,

But I cannot show emotion with thite wings covering my hair.

I must find hope,

For the sake of sanity.

I have found hope,

Searched high and low.

Hope arrives in the form of a black Mayday van,

To take me to Luke is my one true plan.

While my attitudes have changed one thing is sure,

Hope is my cure.

 

Written by Alissa Smith