Poetry

my name is alice, and yes, i screamed when i fell.

The promise of spring.

Rain.

Flower buds.

Light breezes.

Green leaves.

Melting snow.

Saplings.

Hope too.

That most of all.

Am I not good enough for you?

Am I not good enough for anything important?

I'm trying so hard to balance school and math packets that don't work and compositions that don't make sense

and I'm trying to chase my dreams

No shots were fired

No alarms blaring

No sirens

But the gun was loaded

and it was lunch

And there were so many people

i mean it's not calm but the first five minutes

of chorus when everyone is cascading in

through the too-small doorway are my favorite & we,

always the first to sit down,

cluster & converse about

What makes me stop and wonder is how are we even here? 

How am I even writing this?

What miracle allowed us to come into existence?

Better question, why us?

Why not the sharks, the birds, the insects?

As cold Winter's grasp begins to fade,

Blossoms bloom in vibrant shade.

Birds sing and chirp as they dance and dive,

Creating a symphony of nature's harmony.

 A time of growth and renewal divine,

I am from 

My hip-dysplasia harness and 

My teddy bear blanket 

I am from my dog that always slept beside me 

Even when my parents locked the door 

To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet

And wander through the woods aimlessly

To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else

And say,

I saw something beautiful today.

I sit in polished classrooms
behind gates and old brick walls,
arriving in quiet cars
that glide past the lines outside.

I think I might drown

From the weight on my shoulders

Expectations,

Hopes,

Dreams.

I want to meet them

I need to meet them

Dirt road, springtime

Air wet with snow

Evaporating,

Roads soft,

Like new petals.

Girl, brown hair

Pony tail