Writing
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on the grammatically incorrect sign shown to us in english class
-- free would,
& all the spiraling connotations that come
in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,
the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on
for no one wants something they could've had.
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remember
Sometimes i have to remind myself to breathe
I have to remind myself i am worth loving
I have to remind myself that one bad day doesn’t define me
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who am I?
Who was I before the world told me who to be?
Who was I before I started changing for people?
Who am I when I have so many versions of myself I've let down?
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Beneath the Beauty
Dancing, leaping, twirling
Gracefully,
Effortlessly,
Perfectly.
But beneath it all
Is
Bruises
Pain
Twisted ankles
Broken bones
Disappointment
Practice
Learning
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Free
A snowy slope
Dark green trees
Snow pelting my goggles
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,
Yet I’ve never been so afraid.
I look at the steep slope before me
Take in a big breath
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Weird
My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.