They heard my cries From the day all I had was space to fill So they teach me to write clearly That to unearth the pain they hide from me I must work for it That pain is not thankless And it doesn’t come easy These walls have given me all that I am. And they weep as they watch me tear that apart So they hold it out of my grasp. Just enough so I will never be barren They call it The art of willowing away to something. -my poetry I can’t read and the walls that watched me write it Dear me, You haven’t found your voice yet- So, You will fill your stanzas With what you think you should feel; Fill your brain With what you feel you should think. Dear me, This is only your first draft, You wouldn’t even believe the beauty of the final copy. Within the sea, Beyond the high walls Lies a girl, Trapped After all. Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide Encased by color And the ambiance of light. -where the free things are If nothing at all, She will always be the girl Who built cities within her music; Who wrote magic in between the lines. So Reluctantly, You will learn to love life, again You will learn to love something new Blindly, you will love to learn again And one day, You will love to say You learned to love Learning to love again. Nicole Goebel (12)
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