Poetry

I walk.

I walk in my head.

In my brain,

My thoughts,

My feelings.

I look over

At your hand.

Hmm.

The more I think about it,

The more tingly I get.

Tingly?

Fuzzy?

Shaking

Shaking

Shaking.

Will I ever feel anything else?

Crippling fear.

Shaking.

I run to the bathroom.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

My eyes

Are empty.

My heart is, too.

Shaking.

All I have,

For everything.

A pawprint

In clay.

That's it.

Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.

Folder upon folder of random junk.

Papers and pencils and packs of gum

When the silences grow stone cold

And you don't fill in the gaps in conversation -

When I can't bring myself to change the subject

But we both know it has to be done -

When I can't find words,

For once in my life,

I'm sorry

I won't say why

because we both know

and we're both handling it differently

but I'm here

I'll be here for a very long time

so if you need me

just tell me

okay?

I'm here for you.

I fell

The ground didn't catch me, though

and I'm still falling

suffocating in my own sadness and grief

in shared sadness and grief, actually

except that it hit you harder

because you were closer to her

I didn't even realize how old she was

and she's not even my cat

and I didn't know her all that well

but I'm still crying

because she's not going to be there anymore

You were there.

You were always there.

You were there for me

When I couldn't be there

For myself.

You took care of me.

You came running and jumping onto my bed

When I cried -

Describe your school year in a short or long poem. What went wrong, your most memorable moments, what will stick with you. If your graduating, how does that feel?

and they're all breathless 

telling me of the doctors who defied odds and 

the athletes who destroyed records and 

the CEOs and chefs and 

and what if, 

yes I think they're cool and 

I step outside.

Haven’t been out here in a while;

I prefer the solitude of my room,

With my clutter and junk

Reminding me of this year

Who I am

What time of my life I’m in.

Outside,

I'll make it look easy

I'll hold my head high

And move on

By that I mean

I'll see how hard it is

Shut my eyes tight

And dwell on the past in my mind

I have to set the pace