Ms. Widman 11 & 12th Grade
Water, the cold breeze, I feel
when I get close to water I prosper.
I feel the way waves of energy hit me.
My change has been like a roller-coaster.
I changed bad habits of mine I had
I changed what was affecting me.
I still want to change.
And be the best human being I can be.
My family is what helps me for success.
At my lowest point of life, they will
always be there for me.
Dandelions glow across the park, little suns in gleen,
soft and gentle in the dark. A gentle breeze
begins to rise carrying wishes into the sky.
Laughter disappears, the air feels light, there’s a
moment I feel free. Nothing stopping me.
New sun lights my face.
New spring.
New leaves.
New bloom.
It’s been far too long since last we met,
light and I.
Like old friends we dance through new times.
New rain.
New shine.
New lease.
Oh life, I’d say, I’m now well off.
life grows to meet me like moss.
The bridge is long and does not shake
its certainty unsettles me as I look across
the water.
But I find a way
across the bridge
year
after year
after year.
Long ago birds would fly.
As soon as my 5 year old piglets
stopped beside their little fork shaped feet.
Now pigeons and birds walk beside me
as if they’re on the way to the same job interview
as me
“Hey what time is your interview?”
“Mines at 3:30.”
Pigeons lose dirty feathers almost brush
against my skin nowaday
I remember grass grew so long
they would tickle your legs as you walked
through a field
fields of thick long grass
so beautiful and full of life.
And now, we live in a world of dirt patches
that doesn’t seem to ever grow
and trash cans so full they over flow
leaving our once beautiful walk
looking dead
fake
and those birds
looking tampered with.
Our Matrix.
A matrix that no longer is cared for
a government that
no
longer
cares
for
us.