Reid@YWP

Slow, bleak, tired 

My mind tends to wander 

Look up, up! 

Past the stars and yonder 

My mind tends to wander 

Through the dusty fields 

Past the broken views 

"Please remember 

the milk 

from the store," 

that's what the note says. 

But it doesn't matter anyway 

because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack. 

To be human is a complex web of 

emotion, of 

trial and error, of 

experience without knowing what lies ahead 

but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting 

I dreamed 

I was mist 

Blanketing the forest 

Comforting the trees 

Beautifully. 

I dreamed 

I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life. 

I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me. 

Sadie St. Claire stood on the top porch step, a purple backpack in her hand and a smile on her face.