Poetry

Weren’t we supposed to be

Different?

Didn’t we fight wars

Didn’t we sign papers,

Promising we were something?

Something

New?

But papers are just ink

And quills

Trudging through marsh,

seeking what may judge life. 

A light breeze guides steps;

simply superficial ease.

Enamor and lust,

stumbled upon. 

Icy, cold, wet ground.

I wish that spring would come soon.

Botanical light.

When we ask questions

we get answers

but they don't answer our questions

they leave us hanging

and they are the answers to a different question.

If I try to clarify

it gets worse

Their names were mine

I took care of them

they are my closest confidants

and forever will be

Fuzzy Bunny

one of the oldest of them all

worn and not very fuzzy anymore

I'm sick

nothing to do about it

let me go home

it can't be the end of the world if I'm not there for an afternoon, can it?

I'm contagious

everyone else would get whatever the heck I have

you don't want this

Thank you Young Writers Project

For this beautiful opportunity

Where we can all express ourselves

And have support from others

And not worry about being judged

Because we all care about this

Be glad that I am still here

you should love my prescence

why wouldn't you?

I protect your back

that is, when you're looking

I slink along the side of the wall

my dark pelt blending in with the darkness

the fog obscuring my features

but my eyes remain.

You can tell that I watch

that I linger

behind you.

I am back

the fuzzy bandit from before

remember me?

I took your lemonade

next I'll take your socks

those precious person-ornaments made of nice, soft cotton

stolen right off of your feet

hee hee

I wish I were the girl you clung to.

The girl you look for.

I wish your feelings were mine.

I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.

The girl who would listen, not lie.

I wish you could trust me.

Together, sitting, writing, talking.

Sharing dreams for the future.

Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.