on the morning of may 24th, i will wake up for the last time. from then on i won't be the girl who dreaded walking the halls of my high school, terrified of the man who assaulted her and his friends. on may 24th he will sit in the row behind me and i won't let myself feel fear. i hope my bird-like self will finally be written to death and i can shed my glass exterior.
on the afternoon of may 24th i will walk across the graduation stage, shake the hand of the administrators who refused to help me and receive my diploma. a freeing piece of paper from the worst years of my life in that prison of a school. never again will i sit in the bathroom stall that i first cut in, the guidance office where the cops were called, or the gym floor where i lost my innocence.
on the night of may 24th i'll enjoy dinner with the family who loves me. the family who supported me through the psych ward, my depression, hallucinations, and all the hateful things i said when i didn't think i would live to revive the repercussions.
on the morning of may 25th i will wake up relived to know that i did it, i survived against all odds and graduated with honors despite them.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
