I step off the sweaty bus
And onto hard pavement.
It's not raining hard
But it's not not raining hard, either.
My purple Converse
Step around puddles
On the sidewalk.
The Converse the rest of my friends
Have too.
I like this feeling,
The rain on my skin.
I feel alive.
I feel like my existence has a purpose
Besides the same old
Routine
School
Average.
A purpose that's going to matter, one day.
And I'm excited for it.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too
F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-
imitating the human voice with instruments
percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells
I showed my grandmother my keyboard
she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.
Her fingers found the keys -
she could still read -
just enough
just a little.
I pulled out my flute-piano duet book
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
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