— Silas Melvin
P.49 / 1896
M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
Maybe I do remember.
The quiet thoughts in dark corners during rainy days or sunny mornings.
I remember losing. Losing against thoughts that snuck up on me.
Is that form beside me a friend? It whispers to me, like a friend would, like we share a secret.
It’s the secret to why I feel like this. The whispers are heavy when they reach my ears. Words with weight to them.
My knees shake. It’s cold. It's the rain. Is it the light breeze? There’s sun. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands.
I don’t know what’s gripping me. I don’t know what’s holding me down.
I can’t stand up.
It won’t let me go. It’s in my legs, in my arms. Weight, so much weight. It holds my hand. And it whispers.
Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
Hermann Hesse (1877-1962), Wandering: Notes and Sketches
“I’m so unwhole. I don’t know where all the pieces of me are, how to fit them together, how to make them stick. Or if I even can.”
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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