only seeds were left
her white-washed cheeks
and those protruding bones.
just the little girl
next door in the window
pounding stained glass
with the hurry of heartbeat
now, there are only echoes of words
don’t look through the curtains
stay in the back alley
skipping over puddles,
smoke fills the house
abandoned and broken –
without a pulse.
“I made it” is something I’ve always wanted to say, it is something that I didn’t know I would be able to say. Getting through highschool to say the least, has been a rollercoaster ride of “Will this get any worse?” (and yes, It got worse). I came pretty close to not graduating highschool this june but with the immense support from my school and from the support I am recieving from HSC I’ve achieved not only graduating but publishing a book, recieving an award for my poetry, going almost 3 months without self harm and basically just survivng a hectic, stressful year. It had a lot of downs and an occasional up. This post is for everyone who has helped me along the way. My grade 4/5 teacher who took me out for dinner because she was concerned for my safety, my school counsellor who has been by my side – on my good and bad days, I want to thank my english teachers for encouraging me and believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
I thought it was really interesting to find out that the word therapy actually means heal or healing. And I guess that makes a lot of sense. Most people who go through countless therapists/ therapy are slowly learning how to heal.
I put off looking for a grad dress for the longest time because well, lets be honest- I would wear sweats and a hoodie if I could. But apparently people don’t do that. Part of the reason I didn’t want to go looking was because going to these bridal shops and boutiques seem kind of far fetched and not really me. Also, I still am unsure If I will be graduating this June. My high school experience has been anything but good or fun.
I went shopping with my sister and a few of her friends. I had a pretty good time going out with them, it was kind of like playing dress up again like we used to always do when we were little munchkins. The last place we went was Jessica’s bridal. My favourite colour is green so I said, Grab everything green. This dress was the first one i tried on. For the first time I felt like a princess looking into the huge scale mirror. I knew it was the dress.
Longterm Goal: Graduate with my sister this June.
If you look through all the articles of clothing scattered over the boards of what once was a clear floor, you will end up here. Entering the door with a sign that reads “enter with caution”. Where the elongated path stretches to an isolated, lonely town. It is always morning once you arrive here, though the yellow ball of elastic bands is disguised in the smokey, ash tray of a sky. Walking in the midst of the frail, dying trees, the hairs on my arms stand up. There was nothing to see. Nothing but an elephant in the sky and the rosebud leaves. Each step taken in the path of cotton ball snow disintegrates, no one ever knows the imprint of your shoe, your existence that travelled through the reserved, deflating town. The sweeping hush of fear travels fast within the crate of impossibility, of fantasy. When walking to the door of the wooden, house where no one lives a growl from the bark escapes. In this dull flavoured spring, the peach trees are blooming beneath in the dark room. As I push the rusted door open. I am back. Into my room where time remains the same, the piles of clothing still scattered.
specks of you have cluttered
the atmosphere, tracing the
skyline with the embers of your
I breathe through the musky winds
my lungs pick up the remains of ash
left over from forest fires.
all darkness floods my surrounding.
miles away from the memories
i backtrack to you with the words like
the glaring eyes shooting back
through the mirror, inches
from your touch
i flinch at the very
thought of this continuous cruelty.
each day weakening
as smiles turn into straight
pale lines along my arms.
picking up the pieces over and over again
only to find myself bleeding on
the bathroom floor.