Writing

Let me float

In a sea of poetry,

Words weaving my hair,

Verses like seawater

Trickling into my heart

And lapping against the shores

No matter where I am, the guilt follows me. The guilt of my past decisions, the guilt of the people left behind. The weighed down feeling of all the mistakes in my past. Knowing I can't go back and change it is the hardest.

Yearning is a feeling I feel quite often. Sometimes I can’t even put my finger on what I am yearning for. There is always something I feel a longing for.

I have a place

A place just for me

A place where everything from the day spills

And when it spills, it…

Pours across the dark wood desk

Flows and takes control of my pencils

Spills onto a paper

It was Thanksgiving 2024, and my mom, my aunt, and I were tasked with one of the most grueling challenges in all of human history. 

“You’re my sisters! You’re supposed to do this for me!” my uncle shrieked. 

I was a terrible person.