Curate, connect, and discover
December 26 I opened my eyes
a sweet summer sky full of wonder
a sparkling shore swimming with marine life and acute awareness
At two years old I tried to join my sister's class
they said I wasn't ready; I could have been ready
Six years old I was a student
reading novels, doing advanced math, a social butterfly
mom's perfect daughter
i couldn't have been ready
Twelve, a hurricane
waves hitting, a freight train shattering every bone in the body
disease striking the world, pain striking my mind like no twelve year old should know
my first thoughts of ending it, deep cuts engraving once perfect skin
tears shed, friends lost, incessant dread lurking as the Grim Reaper breathes down my neck
Fifteen, will I ever be ready
newfound friends, love, a new sense of belonging
but still i bleed, they scream, and together we weep, knowing I could have been more
i am drowning in that ocean, burning in the sun
look what's come of be, a wreck, a disaster in the making
I wasn't ready
(I think I got a B+ on this, so ig at least my teacher liked it)