Estelle

Resilience.

Resilience is the new grass that survives a late spring frost.

Resilience is bones broken and bones healed.

Resilience suffering, and surviving.

Resilience is what we need,

and what we will be. 

A nice little tint,
perhaps after a complement.

but for me,
embarrassment.

My face flushes
as red and blood.

A sickly feeling
in my stomach  

My face
feels like it is burning,

"Night Mom" I say.

"Night Sweety" She tweets back.

"Night Booger" Jokes my Dad.

"Night Dad" I reply sarcastically.

"Night Genius" I snicker at my Brother.

"Night Space Nerd" he comes back with.

Music.

It helps me think.

Gets my thoughts,

Into words,

Words into pen.

The pen on the paper.

The paper in my heart.

 

Proud to be who I am.

Beaming,

Then one word.

One sentence.

They are talking about me

That grin vanishes,

Because of one word.

Just one small word.

And I am running.

Cautious.

My feet planted in the mud.

The sky, dark and soft.

Grey clouds promising me.

The soft pattern has arrived.

Soaking me inside and out.

My soul and my mind,

Being washed clean.