Beatrice
“The bringer of joy”
That doesn’t quite feel right
I’ve been told my smile lights up the room
But who am I to believe that my existence would be the pinnacle of bright?
And maybe that is the catch
In order to bring others joy I may not give it to myself
Maybe my gift is only to be shared with someone else
Maybe to be the bringer of joy
Is to be the recipient of sorrow
Or perhaps it’s simply a name,
And means nothing at all
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
Death reaches his hands
Shrivels leaves
Rips them up
Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream
They've waited all year for Halloween
But this death is not a scary thought
In fact it's comforting
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