Poetry

Each step is one towards the future

each action leads to the next

after the left foot comes the right foot

after winter is spring

after the war is the rejuvenation

after the bad is the good

I'm

so very

proud of you;

you've gotten so far

and achieved so many things

and are still achieving incredible things

and you will forever be, knowing you.

You

may think

She is lost

she has been obscured from view

when she speaks, no one hears

when she tries, no one sees

she has been hidden from sight

she has lost what she loves most

and now

she is

empty

 Loyal

Opportunity

Virtuous

Eccentric

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Lethargic

Oblivious

Volatile

Ephemeral

*SPONSORED BY Kit Kat® (Not really though, sadly. Please don't sue me)*

Kit Kat, oh Kit Kat, 

Where art thou thee?

So sweet and delicious, 

you are a dancer and so you find a way to dance

through everything:

the hallways, gym class, chorus

when we have to stand, white fields, your dance studio,

we plan sledding days at the country club with a hill

& reminisce about them when summer comes,

recall hours spent tumbling

head over heels into mounds of snow, clutching

1. First place at the tournament
2. Two events every week
3. Three mornings at the gym every week
4. Four favorite pinning combinations
5. Five two hour practices each week

You are cold

The kind of cold that

Tears through your skin

Flies up your arms

And slams itself

Deep

In your

Heart

Slashing

it’s wild nails

At your bones

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.