Writing

lately i miss owls

the mountains grumble and grow, pushing up around pumpkin shards and lost dreams

who i want to be

who i’m becoming

i feel like a dusty yellow pear

it won't be flashy, showy, or

even remotely special to the untrained eye

but those who've suffered the burden of 

knowing me will understand why

my next trick is magical.

from the seventh grader who

Warm,

toasty,

happy in my

cocoon of solitude

where no one bothers me

while I read and snuggle by myself,

wrapped up in blankets

hidden in pillows

engulfed in stuffed animals.

Peace,

They came to this country

Seeking a better life.

They started

With a suitcase and

A one-way ticket.

They said goodbye to

Their friends

I love this feeling.

The wind on my face,

The fire under my skin

Doused by the rain.

The ominous clouds overhead.

My natural state it what the storm is,

Right now.

It's just how I've always been.

I walk into the building, greeting my friends

we talk to one another, and we talk about our weekends

We are called into the theater to begin our class

but when she said we had to sing, i was a bit nervous, but alas.