Rachael Dubois

An Unknown Story

By Rachel Dubois
Benson Village School, Grade 8

This paper is blank
Waiting for words
To be written
On its lines
For my thoughts
To be spilled
Into phrases
To be read later
To the unknown
It stares back at me
But I can’t think
Of what to say
Deep inside
Are thoughts
That I won’t
I can’t
Tell
But it’s waiting
Patiently
For me
To confess
My story
That I
Refuse to share…

Unstoppable

By Rachael Dubois
Benson Village School, Grade 8

I lay in the sand,
Happy,
As the sun smiles down on me,
Everything is how it should be,
But then you turn on me,
Dragging me across the beach,
Into a whole new place,
One I don’t want to be in.
It surrounds me.
Fills my lungs,
Invades my thoughts,
As you pull me under,
And I go down.
My mind drifts,
As I’m pulled,
Deeper,
Deeper,
Down I go.
But then you drag me,
Until I reach the surface.
To take one last breath,
Enough to keep living,
Before pushing me,
Back under,
And I struggle to get air,
But your hand holds me,
In this ocean of hate,
The one you’re drowning me in.
Why can’t I stop you?

Butterflies

By Rachel Dubois
Benson Village School, Grade 8

Butterflies,
You give me butterflies
When you look at me like that.
So many butterflies
Flying around inside me.
I love it
This feeling you bring
These butterflies that sing
That constant ring
Of your voice
In my head
From all your butterflies…
But baby,
I must admit
Those butterflies
Are kind of scary sometimes.
They tell me
I love you
And I know
I do,
And they tell me
I could do so many things with you
Some of which I may regret.
These butterflies
They’re right
I could go so far with you
So fast
Without stopping
Or catching my breath,
Because these butterflies you give me
When you look at me like that
Oh, So many butterflies
Flying around inside me.
I love it
All of it
And all of you
And this feeling
Is alive
And Baby
It’s true
But,
We have to be modest
We have to stay cool
And listen to our heads
And not just our hearts
And not just to those butterflies.