when I was 12 I took
the Pottermore sorting quiz
for the first time
and I came out a Ravenclaw
through and through.
i was quiet and studious
and logical and grounded
and oh so very reserved.
but soon after I was shaken.
when I was 13 I met a girl.
she was everything I was...
or so she had led me to believe.
sometimes things happen to us
that shake us to the very core
of who we are.
our tectonic plates shift and bend
and create and destroy.
rivers and deserts
mountains and valleys
where the ground was flat before,
created by eruptions and earthquakes
large enough to shake up to half
of a giant rock floating in space.
when I was 15 that girl left my life,
adamantly claiming that I
was the cause of the quake
that nearly swallowed me whole.
when I was 15 I began to learn
that I still had a voice,
that people can only steal your voice
if you hand it to them.
there was no magic,
it's just that Ariel was too scared.
when I was 16 I forgot
my Pottermore password
and ended up taking
the sorting quiz again.
though I was still a Ravenclaw
in second,
the result was Gryffindor by far.
i am loud and distractible
and emotional and my head
never peeks below the clouds.
my psychiatrist calls it PTSD,
but either way,
what has happened to me changed
the essence of who i am.
i always wonder if the sorting hat
of Hogwarts fame
takes these earth-shattering
changes into consideration.
a 5th year coming back
from her summer holidays
changed forever,
and being resorted along with
a crowd of 1st years
who realize for the first time
how many changes are ahead for them.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
