Poetry

November 6th, 2024 

Today my grief is loud 

She is shaky and terrified 

I hold her gently in my arms 

We stood at the entrance of a new age. 

Past a garden of all we had ever known,

We found the gate.  

Past what we were meant to know and created to be.

She is not really gone

She is right here

She is not really lost

She's only at college

becoming a

a sister that I do not know

a girl beyond creation

Sometimes I am funny

sometimes I can rhyme

sometimes people don't take me as

serious all the time

But let me reassure you

I can be that, too

if you just watched and listened

“She looks just like her,” said John. 

Same hair, same eyes, same smile.

She looks like my girl.

I missed looking at her face, but it gave me comfort.

To create a poem

You need a reason, a rhyme

Something that's on your mind

 You also should take your time

It doesn't have to rhyme

Just like this stanza

A poem can be all sizes

I don’t see myself in pictures hanging crooked on the wall, 

The shade of red that coats my cheeks can shift to none at all. 

For I might offer just a hunch to those in this dismay? 

All I needed was one person to be able to talk to.

My hands would shake during class uncontrollably

Wanting to cry and cry till there is nothing left

But instead

I am alone

Inspired by Jesmyn Ward

I wish I could tell you how I mourn your innocence,

how I pray for a shield, 

I don't know what to write

Maybe about my favorite song

But I've already told people about it too much

And that might get pretty long

I like to rhyme

So maybe that would be bliss

My sister made me make this

about how she's better than me

she has way more subscribers

you just have to see

She is in fact better

she is very right

she reminds me of her superiority

I signed up for this website

I asked my mom if it was okay

For my account to be accepted

For the email, I waited a day