Poems from Summer-Shade
I'm a teen who's a little late to the maturity game. I have a condition called trichotillomania- a disorder that involves recurrent, irresistible urges to pull out one's own body hair (source: Mayo Clinic). I love anime, books, writing, art, and poetry.
A squall blows in from the north
Tempestuous it’s gale rages
The wrath of mother nature
Ravaging all in her path
Heed the call with...
Spring sounds like ice cracking as it thaws.
It sounds of new beginnings, the soft chirps of baby birds.
The sound of wildlife returns...
Every interview ends the same…
What is the next step? I ask.
I’ll call you within the week to let you know. They say.
No, you won’t.
It was...
The sound of silence is louder than a scream.
More impactful than a blow by a metal beam.
It is an ugly truth to a beautiful lie.
You can...
Monday, it all starts again.
Tuesday, you’re already in so keep going.
Wednesday, your halfway there.
Thursday, I could have sworn it was...