Sixteen Years

The space between my footsteps A gasp of breath that brings no relief to the aching in my lungs A choked and strangled cry as I lie Beneath the endless stars Trapped as I have never been caught before The night's darkness offers no solace Tiered and terraced under the moon In the way of names mine has only a few letters Few titles, no royalties Time. Peirces. My. Thoughts! Safe in my quilts from all but my dreams Truth. Cripples. My. Pride! Holds still my wrists, my face flushing with shame Name me yours - brand me Anything you want, as long as you understand me Little that I ask, little that I need You come up all quiet behind me Sixteen years brings me no comfort There's no true trial to tell when I'm not a child The pause between heartbeats is all I can stand to be alone Mysteries I solved before I was born The secret coranet I've never worn Trust. Dissolves. My. Fear! Whether or not I am safe, tucked in your arms Terse. Tones. Make. Me. Cold! Because I've always said that my closest friends are words! .. I've always said that my closest friends are wordsMm.. Somewhat jumbled, I know, but rich with symbolism. *Twitches, slightly* Sorry. Gifted language arts, and that's all we're studying. Also loaded with things you'd only figure out if you're close to me, so.. sorry if you miss out on some of this. This peice is a momentary reflection, written in the weeks just after my sixteenth birthday - as you can guess, it wasn't the happiest birthday I've ever had. Anyway. The main thing that may not be obvious is the last lines: "My closest friends are words." This is meant to stand for the fact that the people that I'm closest to I know online, and only ever meet them through their words, and they through mine. Written November 19th, 2001 © on Nov 19 2001 04:56 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1