abigail_and_bean

I want to hold 

Both a pen and a sword, 

To find struggle within my words, 

To make pain drip from the ink, 

Trickling onto my palms, 

Time’s a bird 

Sailing ever so swiftly 

On a sea of wind 

Rushing the excruciating moments 

Letting the blissful moments linger 

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.

They read my name 

out loud on a pedestal 

slow steps to the podium 

I bow  

shake hands 

receive a simple piece of paper 

that can’t possibly hold