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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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somewhere in the ruckus of the traincar through the crowds and stained floors i must have gotten tangled the strings of my conscience knotted in the webs of remembrance slowly pulling me back into the station you trudge forth like a soldier with no anchor to humanity
slipping from the embrace of my eyes fretting not to look back engulfed by the distant cars and affluent luggage i, too, was swallowed whole but by the memories which deprive our shoulders bliss and not the restorative cure of tomorrow our childhood smothers my unconscious drowning me until i am drunk on each sip of laughter i bury myself with the false recollections of you as the present sways forward without us yet i come to torn and scarred from nostalgia’s control the foreignness of your name seizes the tip of my tongue and i stumble and tremble after you i grasp the tenderness of your wrist the very flesh that could heal my soul as the words cascade from my mouth like freed doves but i cannot hear them over the sound of your presence– so large, i can’t bear to drink it all in but the train steers forward beside the clouds and now you ask who i am as if i have not relived our star-crossed beginning a thousand times over. Madison Cossaboom is a 17 year old high school student from the United States with a passion for writing and tea. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in the TeenInk Literary Magazine, Trailblazer Review, among others. Comments are closed.
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