Why do I need to forgive? They tell me, “it’s the right thing to do,” that others like me have forgiven. As if they were ever offered another option. I’m supposed to find comfort knowing my experience is shared. But I find no ease knowing that others have suffered like me, everything going to shit…
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WARNING! This piece deals with heavy topics such as depression and suicide. One in five. Today, one in five will wonder if being alive was worth the cost of another day. I knew someone like that- his name was Christian. His life was doctor’s visits and pill bottles. His uphills were mountains, and his downhills…
But Still, I Rise
I am beaten down. Blood dripping down my face from fresh cuts. Although my head is bloody, I will not bow. I will rise. This house is no longer a home. It is a place of wrath and tears. My fear is all that was looming whenever you are around. But I will rise. I…
My Girl (May Poem)
When I look at her, I don’t see skin and bones; I see blurred lines and grey flecks trying to escape. I see a girl with no idea what the terms ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ entail; and she certainly doesn’t what to find out anytime soon. I see a girl with boundless ideas swirling around her…
Constellations of Land in a Universe of Sea
Q is for Quay What to do there: Write about movement. Sit and watch the world go by. Notice the differences between land and water and sky. If you don’t have a quay, a jetty will do, or a harbour, or a river bank. Tell the story of a character who transforms when they move from…
My Golden Boy (April Free Choice)
You are a golden boy. Gold twinkles in your hair. And yet, your eyes flow only shades of blue. Each darker and heavier than the last. Your heart no longer radiates love. But instead, a dim light of apathy. A gold that was once warm and bright is now crushed beneath your feet. …
Childhood Friend
Depression. She had wrapped her arms around me back in the sixth grade. At first, acting like a friend that I was able to share my insecurities with and have the occasional sleepover where neither of us ever got a wink of sleep. But over time, her hugs got longer and more painful- her nails…