Creativity641

Are you listening, dear?

You were my one true friend

You were my one light

Yet now I sit here, with new faces

I can still smile, still laugh, feel joy.

It's just not the same without my light.

Each step is one towards the future

each action leads to the next

after the left foot comes the right foot

after winter is spring

after the war is the rejuvenation

after the bad is the good

I have always thought about the future a lot

It was always college

And ivy league goals

And 4.0 GPAs

And all night study sessions

Orange vans and

The green ones with

Gum bottoms I

Got in seventh grade and

Loved to the near death of,

Yellow chucks and

My sister's hot pink ones,

Blazers with

Yellow swooshes and pink soles,

last year,

I did a school debate 

of why 

trans athletes should be able to play in sports

I lost

and I cried

because my teacher

let us pick topics

I wake up under covers or chains,

Alone in a bed I didn't sleep in,

Clothes like a straight-jacket around my limbs,

My thoughts locked in the prison of my brain.

Outside it is snowing—a cotton cover,