InvisibleWinterWitch

It wasn’t a big blinding flash of a light bulb flipping on vanquishing dark nor the moment you’re out of a cave and the sun slams into your eyes. It’s more like the shadows from tearing away at me had me down on my knees my head bowed my hands caked with guilt and shame and one day I happened to glance up and see a sunset and realized the world was no longer black. Rooms weren’t enclosed in rust. Despair didn’t flood in from the darkness that was draped in corners and clung to my skin. I no longer felt the need to scream. I was the “good” “fine” “ok” I’d always said

I’m not the kind of fish who will jump out of the water trying to make it to the very tip top. Not a flying fish working to be so popular. I’m not the kind of fish who contently follows a school. Too weird to be happy with that kind of conformity. I’m not the kind of fish who’s starved for attention. Not a playful goldfish who flashes bright shiny scales. I’m not the kind of fish that’s so eager to take a bait. A worm to a Cheeto I won’t gobble it down. I’m more like a catfish sitting deep down at the bottom content in my little world. I’ve been to the surface And only been ignored.

Cant Do it Anymore Ok, you win. I’m done. I’m done trying to take care of you Done trying to keep you out of trouble Done trying to teach you To make you see why you are wrong You fought it, And I fought back, Just thinking that I could help you, Save you But you win I’m giving up I can do it any longer Can’t drag you away from the drugs Can’t swing you away from jail Can’t restrain you from your corrupt friends Cant. Just can’t fight you anymore When mom didn’t step in and try to set you right, I did When you needed help, I came …..but you just keep doing it over and over again You wo

Character Sketch Schools out and I’m on the bus home now. I rest my heavy binder and books on my lap and stare out the window as the bus engine vibrates the seats. My shoulders drop with tension I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I look at the clouds and the trees and the cars, and wonder if I’m the only one noticing the delicate spider webs in the grass, the adorable purple thistles by the shoulder, the bright green moss in the sidewalk cracks, or if they’re all to busy socializing and horsing around. To my astonishment, I spot a groundhog up in a small tree as the bus stops to let loud students off. It’s

"Theeeee End." The dad stated. He was a little worried at first. His little girl looked more awake now. He was starting to think that he would never get any sleep! But the little girl with caramel hair and eyes smiled at him brightly, and said, "Mommy was one of them." She stared up at the ceiling now. She stared at the trees, imagining them frozen and white and snow blowing around. "Yup . . . Well, her ancestors were." The dad answered. "That's why she hates water and can't swim." "Uh, huh. Her bones are too dense to float, which makes it hard to swim." "And she sleeps during the day and is awake at night mostly." "They neve