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Catherine Bailey Jan 2020
Am I weak for crying?
Am I strong for mourning?
Last night is so blurry
Yet I remember it vividly
I filled my head with music
And my heart with pleading
I tried to reassure my mind
“Leave it all in the past, behind”
But it always seemed to flee the spaces
The cage opened by my stubbornness
How many tears were they?
Does it even matter anyway?
Have you ever cried for me?
I know you mostly have
But I’ll decide to just ignore it
And just fill my head with a lie,
“You would never weep for someone as cruel as me”
Catherine Bailey Jan 2020
I never lied to you
Just never said the whole truth
So I would make a mask
And everything would be OK
But once you left I couldn’t anymore
My mask then shattered to the floor
Were you scared that day?
I don’t remember your face
Do you blame yourself?
Or just prosecute the fiend?
Whatever your response may be
Thank you for believing in me
Ah, I would always fight with teachers. I wonder if those acts of disobedience changed her perspective of me.
Catherine Bailey Jan 2020
“Aren’t you cold?”
I used to wonder
As you grabbed the snow
The white complimented you
And it kissed your face
As the cold flushed it
You crafted sculptures
And fairytale stories
With you kindness
And gentleness
You stuck those faces
On our school’s walls
And I always took pictures
I wish I had kept them
They would’ve comforted me
But they’re forgotten now
In that freshly fallen snow
It was cold today, I decided to hide inside. While I was running towards my bus stop, it started snowing heavily. It just reminded me of the miniature snowmen she would make.

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