Paige B., 11th Grade & Ella C., 12th Grade
Betrayal
I cannot write. The words do not flow From my fingers to the Paper. They do not encase the Inner beauty lurking In my mind. They hold false and Pushed thoughts that Only bear hatred. These words are lies That sink into my Skin and they ruin me I am dying. Bleeding out. My end has come because Of my own creations. |
On the
Day of My Baby Sister’s Wedding.
Today they will braid flowers into your hair And lace up your dresses, And afterward, drink away all of their distresses. You are not nervous, You are brave in your will, And when you walk alone to meet him, all will be still. You are so strong. On the day that we buried him, you turned to me and said, “I’ll walk you down the aisle if ever you are wed.” But it was always you. You were always the most beautiful, too. And although you walk alone, Don’t ever forget, That each and every day I am still filled with regret. |