EvieC

I wake up to a cold breeze from my patio, and I go outside for a moment, gazing up at the snow falling from the sky.
A small snowflake lands on my nose. I stand there looking at all the snow in its sparkly wonder.

 I sit on a shelf,

Waiting and waiting.

I see the people who come in and out of the toy store.

None of them look at me, though …

They all go to the Barbies and Lego sets,

Crawling darkness.

Piercing your soul.

A sinking feeling in your chest.

Unable to breathe

You collapse to the floor.

Terrified.

You’re just glued to the floor.

Unable to move.

2022
A good year.
Made lots of friends.
Lived a happy year.
Learned a lot along the way.
As each year passes, so do the flames of trauma.
The broken pieces finally being put back together again,
becoming whole.

Born in a tree, flightless and helpless.

Needing a mother to feed us and keep us safe.

Months of looking at the older birds that fly next to the clouds

Finally learning to fly, soaring above the trees.

My family is like a painted picture,

A picture that has gone through a lot.

The flames of trauma burnt the picture slightly.

My mom being the artist, she created all she could from the paints.