There's no... Glimmer.
No, sheen or glint.
There's not a single hint
of iridescent shimmer.

There's no learning,
nothing here to glean.
I've checked between
the lines, discerning
only a hollow vastness
where others have seen
bits of what it all means.
I've found only plastics.

Torn and terrible,
the way I've been.
A living dream,
nothing's untearable.

A list of things I need to do,
but no one to talk about it to
as I lose my mind over silly things,
when I could be out having fun, buying earrings.
Alone is how I feel,
All these emotions,
And no way to deal.

The stress is unbearable,
making me stop and question, is this even real?
The list is untearable
as it continues to grow,
becoming my foe;
leading me to the brink of madness,
bringing on a pit of sadness.
I stop to breathe,
but the feelings do not cease.

My foe continues to grow,
becoming increasingly impossible to complete,
as I long to click delete
but I cannot;
for delete should mean fail,
meaning I won't get into Yale.
How I wish I could drop it into jail,
with no release bail,
drop it into the bin and sail
far away from the wretched list,
And stop myself from falling of the rails.

But it is not a ship but a train that I near
As I step on the rails,
but fall off,
with not even enough time to scoff;
for my foe has come out on top.

The list stays here and...

I am gone!

the rhythm, melody and lyrics
of my ancestral birthright
echo through the emptiness

the old songs resonate as
a choir of blood sings
vibrating the threads
that are woven into the tapestry
of all that i am by the lives of
my mothers and fathers
connecting me to them
with an untearable fabric

and as my thread
weaves in and out
i appear, disappear and reappear
travelling through family cloth
on the songs of those
that have gone before

and i fear none
as we all sing our song
to the tempo of the sands of time
as they fall into the future