Running through fields of flowers
feet pressed into cool blades of grass 
smelling the buds and blades
of flowers made of rays belonging to the sun

Opening my eyes to a blinding light
waking up to reality
thinking without meaning
living without purpose

Taking a drink of water
the liquid running down my throat
a sign of relief as it alleviates briefly
feelings of thirst for something not real

My dreams and wishes
crumbling like pressed flowers
torn just as easily
as the fragile wings of a butterfly to a blade

Returning home with spirit screaming
"Let me in, let me be free"
internalizing the spirit and suppressing
until the sky is dark and the stars are out once more

Resting my head on a soft pillow
eyes fluttering close without resistance
thoughts wandering to a better place
to a field filled with flowers made of rays belonging to the sun  

Dear Diary,

Today my dad found out that my mom has been cheating on him for about a week. 
Today I found out what type of person my mom was.
Today I cried.

Dear Diary,

Today I went back to school.
Today my friends asked me what was wrong with me
Today I couldn’t answer.

Dear Diary,

Today is a Saturday, the first weekend of Spring Break
Today is the first day of many where I will go to bed with one parent not two
Today I cried myself to sleep.

Dear Diary,

Today I don’t think I can feel anything
Today I think I ran out of tears
Today I hid in my room

Dear Diary,

Today isn’t any better than yesterday
Today isn’t going to get any better, nothing will anymore
Today I give up
 

 

 

 

 

 

A smile is given, a laugh received, phone numbers are exchanged. 
They call, they text, and then they ask, do you want to hang out again? 
First goes one date, then another, and then they reach ten.
Their fourth anniversary comes and goes and then the only question is when
When they would get on one knee and they ask with a huge grin,
Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest person that’s ever been?
I do, they say, with a grin, their hands linked together,
And now they live with each other, together, forever.
 

 

The silence is deafening, there's no doubt about it
It surrounds us until we choke
There is much we should be doing
Searching
    Looking
        Finding
And yet no sound is heard, there is nothing to say
Not anymore, we think 

But then a voice speaks up 
Echoing through the silence
Together, it says, together we must stand
The voice refuses to believe what we believe to be true
That there is nothing that we can do

That there is no
searching for the truth
      Looking forward to the future
            Finding answers for ourselves and others
There is no more, we all state, nothing that we can do

But then the extraordinary happens
The voice speaks up again
Its whisper still loud when it states
There is something we can do
There is something we can do
There is something we can do
It repeats again and again like an unending mantra