I wrote this last night after an indescribable school day. I am extremely raw and frustrated right now. I know that we will get through this, but that does not mean that yesterday was not horrifying.
This was supposed to be a poem
About victory and relief
With lyrical metaphors of broken
This is not a poem
I have nothing to share but what I saw today:
Searching for something other than
That tried to step forward and were instead shoved
Wide eyes and muddled minds
That forgot youth
Was a bubble, and all bubbles
My class is staring into our future
And a horrifying abyss is staring
We thought we would break glass last night,
But we broke instead.