your words.

your words stick to me
like the tiny stars stuck to my ceiling
holding on for dear life
fighting against the gravity of my forgetfulness
I remember what you told me
and it puts a smile on my face

"I'm so proud of you." 

my heart sings with joy 
creating a symphony of hope
in my world of bleak despair 

"I'm so proud of you." 

these words fill my stomach 
much more than the bagel I'm greedily shoving into my mouth 
they warm my chest
with a pride 
I've never known

"I'm so proud of you."

your words stick to me 
like the tiny stars stuck to my ceiling
my desperate attempt 
to remind myself 
to hang on 
to my fleeting childhood. 

but I know
no matter how old I am
you will always be proud of me.  


 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker