One Poem by Danielle Hark

Stuffed Animals Held My Secrets

I whispered in their fuzzy ears, bears,
bunnies, dogs, elephants, they simply

stared ahead, wide unblinking plastic
eyes storing secrets in their fluff,

behind colorful buttons and velvet
noses. mouths of string sewn shut.

my still companions never breathed
to anyone what happened, truths

hidden under covers, drowned in tubs,
and buried beneath twisted old maples.


Danielle Hark is a writer/artist who lives with PTSD and bipolar. She’s the founder of the non-profit Broken Light Collective that empowers people with mental illness using photography. Danielle lives and creates in NJ with her husband, two young girls, one Samoyed pup and a Scottish Fold cat.

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