raindrops on the window

so often we look up 
hoping to catch a glimpse of the shiny heavens we've been told so much about
but instead
we should look into the small things
the reflections in each and every raindrop
as they cling to the glass prison that lets the light in 
but keeps me confined to this thought-heavy room
we should look for the beauty they sing to us about
in the faces of our families
and the imperfect balance of this upset world. 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    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