Every day
When I go to school
It's always
T H E R E
That thought in the back of my mind
Wondering
Imagining
Fearing
What
Y O U
Could do.
My mind wonders to you
When I am
Zoning out
In the middle of class
Fearing what you might say
That could deepen the wound
You already made.
Over the course of three
Y E A R S
The wound on my heart that's healed a thousand times.
And yet is still scared
Because
Of
Y O U.
Even if you haven't done anything in a while
Doesn't mean you could never scar me again.
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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