Gali

Gali

VT

13 years old

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  • The little leaf

    Every day

    At a 3

    I would walk home

    Taking the same path

    In fall I would admire

    The trees and colors

    One evening I saw a tree

    With one little leaf

    It was bright red

    Standing out against

  • Each time

    Each time a leaf falls

    Another heart shatters

    Each time the wind blows

    Another break up

    But each time a pumpkin is carved

    A date is planned

    Each time a cider donut is devoured

    Another kiss

  • I Just Really Like You

    Hand in hand we walked down the path, littered with colorful leaves. A gust of wind swirled the leaves around us. Encompassing us in our own little world. I looked up, the trees bent over us with shades of red, orange and yellow.

  • Anxiety

    Tendrils of anxiety 

    Snake out 

    And trap me 

    Opening a hole 

    Where my brain 

    Goes down 

    Finding everything 

    That could go wrong 

    A new crack in me

  • I promise

    You can let go

    Release

    Break the dam

    Let it flood out

    Let the tears

    Drip down your face

    And I promise

    I will wipe them away

    Open your mouth

    Let a scream tear

    Through you

Loves

  • Why?

    Somehow he always finds me 

    In the hallway

    At recess 

    Always

    Me. 

    I long to ask the question 

    Why?

    Why me?

    Why not anyone else?

  • You are not alone

    Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

    Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

  • My Inner Beauty

    I was so undeserving,

    And yet you were so persistent.

    I pushed, and you pulled.

    I cried; you held me. 

    My heart was broken, 

    you repaired it.

    When I needed it most, you were there, 

  • you are

    you are an ocean, 

    a transparent abyss of blue 

    that could swallow someone whole,  

    waves battering against thick grains of sand. 

    you are a battlefield, 

  • Pumpkin season

    I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again. 

    I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand 

    and feeling the wind whipping at my face, 

    turning the tip of my nose pink,