I’m sitting in English class
and suddenly I’m inexplicably sad. I don’t know how it happens
so fast, how I slip through the cracks and
within moments, everything around me
is shattering. The ground breaks and
I feel my walls caving in. I feel
my heart crumbling and I wonder how I got here
Because I have been here before. Because this is how it
And begins. Because all of my roots trace back to sadness.
Because I’m still trying to forgive.
I watch my breath crystalize in a room so hot it
hurts to breathe.
How do we prove our strength to ourselves when it’s constantly giving out beneath us?
Whenever I read books for school, I always read the plot beforehand, for fear that I will not understand the text. It’s quirky because I would never do this for a book I was reading for fun.