don't lose who you are

this is a quick write-up i did for my english homework. it's supposed to be about the differences between your outside and inside personalities, or if there is a difference at all.

i am a writer,

whose reflection is hidden in the eye of the beholder.

i need a strand of belief,

to weave a life within the words of a story.

i want a voice that can quiet a shout

while screaming in its own silence.

to do this I will stop looking at the reflection,

and instead stare at the truth.

i am a storyteller,

i make speeches for the unheard.

i will not abuse this privilege, rather

i will listen to what has yet to be spoken.

now is only the beginning

the boston bombing is yet another in a string of tragedies rocking this world. this is for the lives forever changed by april fifteenth.


it's amazing how fast the world can fall around you.

what was once a heartbeat now a silent stone
sinking beneath a steadiness that has been silenced.

what was once a flame now blown to ashes
scattered by the breeze of sorrow.

we will try to forget, try to rebuild
but the skeleton of tragedy will always remain
outlining a life of loss we have forced ourselves to gain back.

our outer shells will put on a brave face
refusing to remember for fear of never being able to forget.

but our souls will continue to listen to what we cannot hear
see what we cannot see.

we will grieve
we will pray
we will move forward

but the memories of what could have been will never be forgotten.

stories will  be told to guard against the future
secrets will be kept to seal the gates of the past.

it will happen again, out of the pure normality this world is turning into.
it will happen again, a different place, a different time.
it will happen again, despite how far we've pushed it away
despite how long we've managed to shield ourselves from reality.

pearl harbor.
nine eleven.
atlanta.
newtown.

boston.

another added to the list, yet we refuse to open our eyes
to wake up.

we can run, but nothing will stay hidden.
we can turn a blind eye, but we will never be able to unsee.
we have promised to keep this from happening again.

it's time to keep that promise.