The sky was bright in my mind
As racing feet flung dust over concrete And my hands grasped the air To catch the sunbeam falling down Just out of reach While the bell whistled behind me Ordering me to return home And later, I thought, Sitting at my desk, notebook scattered, What might have occurred If I had simply kept running
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
Click image for a list of social justice and mental health resources. Archives
January 2024
Categories
All
|