the sky speaks to me
it's in the clouds,
the strength of a mother,
as she blows the breath of life
into her hues of reds and burnt oranges.
like the fluffy cotton candy,
with saccharine sugar stuck between teeth
and hot sticky fingers to accompany.
it's in the rain,
with the healthy weep of the earth.
the smell of petrichor: wet concrete
and the worms that squirm in delight,
the squelch of wet boots,
as an umbrella shields a romantic kiss.
it's in the sea of blue.
the cerulean that wishes for
only bubbly happy days to come,
the pale blue of the boundless.
the reassurance that—
as i tilt my head up
it will be okay.
A Line
he draws a line
a straight, bold design
it’s prim and proper
it’s alright—i sigh
i'm next
but my line isn’t confined
to the prim and proper line
beside me—
mine curves awkwardly, bunches up
just to elongate
in fact, mine;
ripples like water after tossing a pebble in
dashes like the wind that takes you up on the rails of a rollercoaster
twirls like a ballerina with silk ribbons in her hair
sings like the morning owl on a sunny morning
snap
voices yell to Realign
to Redesign
you’ve gone off the rails. where’s your mind?!
just follow the straight line
(for heaven’s sake)
fine.
i draw a line
a straight, bold design
it’s prim and proper
it’s alright—i sigh.
Anxiety: A Fickle Thing
It goes a little like this: (it's different every time)
Silence—and then some
tap. tap. tap.
A light drizzle while the clouds yawn,
The grand oak sways with the breeze
tap. tap. tap. tap.
The sky goes grey weeping with its loss,
Whispering words of destruction
My heart
ripped out of my chest by my own hands
When did that happen?
tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.
Bloodied on a platter—continues to thump in tandem
I hide it, will it to shut up
Yellow eyes gleam staring with amusement
The wind howls outside
And then. The fog clears
stillness
tap. tap.
About the Author:
Stephanie Ahn is a 16-year-old from the Bay Area who enjoys writing poetry in her free time to cope with the stress of school. In her free time, she loves to listen to music, journal, and play piano.
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