#twentyone
The Box…by Jessie 9/06
I am here but not alert, as I walk in unison with five more
Stiff, ridged, eyes front
Rain drops fall and with each pelt, a ripple of consciousness
In my hand and in their hands, a box
In the box we carry hope and despair, past and present, fear and bravery
The weight is heavy; it is not because of the solidness of what is inside
It’s because of the responsibility and emotional heaviness it represents
Rain and tears blend together
Release the box, heavy still
Slowly lowered, time stands still
Words of little comfort spoken
Shots of startling respect, twenty-one in all
Feral the flag, a handful of dirt, cast into the beckoning hole
A hole in the ground, a hole in the heart
Say goodbye to the brother, the father, the husband and son
Freedom’s a heavy price to pay, paid in blood
Heavy yesterday, heavy tomorrow, heavy today
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
i'm 21;
yet my mind is still flying away to the countryside
to dance with the lark under the meadow bridge
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
here's to
embracing my youth
here's to
figuring out what i want
here's to
being who i want to be
here's to
my first birthday with my best friend gone
here's to
finally being okay
here's to
twenty-one
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC