Poetry

This morning I woke up

to find my phone hadn't charged last night,

so I plugged it in while I stumbled through my morning routine

and picked it up right before I hurriedly left the scene.

I've never been much of a fighter.

I take hits like glass takes baseballs

like fire takes to rain.

Glass breaks and fire goes out.

I've never been much of a fighter.

A retaliator, resister

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though. 

my anxious heart,

it haunts me when i finally decide to nod off,

whilst my anxious mind whispers old and embarrassing events,

and eventually i am wide awake again,

bug eyed,

and holding the covers above my head.

Remember your past

For it makes you

Who you are.

Remember to ask yourself

Who are you?

Remember the good times

But also keep the bad.

Remember to keep your values

Our friendship started with a story,

Really:

When we cradled our violins

And swept our bows through the air,

Giggling as we peeked into the holes

The air is thick with heat, 

Making me feel as if I’m drowning.

I keep walking, for the fear of going back propels me,

All along the ticking surface

All the sand along the edge

All deep down in long dry throats:

Fingers press.

Hands Press.

All from loose and baggy skin

Round half-lucid teary minds

Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.

Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.

A house holds memories

One look over my shoulder, and they are gone

The house is so bright

So full of orange light

I have memories in that house

1. Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.
   
   2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in. 

Sitting in uncomfortable silence,

We wait for our problem to be solved.

Changing my habits, I hope and hope.

We have been given so much,

And we have taken so greedily.

Caring is beyond so many, it seems.