Before I begin, I want to note that the next series of poems are not MINE. I recently found a notebook full of a past friends poems that I have decided to make public simply to give them more life than she did. She will forever be unnamed for her own sanity.
It was like sawdust
the unhappiness infiltrated everything
Everything was a problem
Everything made her cry,
school, homework,, boyfriends,
the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of future
FEAR in general – it was
So hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place.
It’s not so much
that we’re afraid of change
in love with old ways.
It’s the place in between we fear.
It’s like being between trapezes.
It’s Linus when his blanket is in the dryer.
There’s nothing to hold on to.