HAILEYANELA

*please note that this was written for my english class, where our professor wanted us to take an emotion and make it tangible and realistic for our audience. I embraced the challenge of the poem, and wrote what I believe to be an equivalent of depression. do not be alarmed, this isn't based off personal experience* The cover of night and the shadows envelope me. Physically and emotionally I belong locked in a closet, which was exactly where I sat. The hospitable darkness and gloom didn't object my arrival one bit.   I wanted to cling to the shadows; I was trying to embrace a passionate emotion, but was it the wrong one? My hands were preoccupied anyways.   A dull set of crafting scissors in one shaking hand. The other fisted up tight, tight enough to feel my nails biting my palm. The pain of an edgeless blade is not crisp and clear; it’s thick with jagged edges. Any attempt at not crying was pointless and futile. I didn't cry for the smooth under...

So with the start of a new term I've become incredibly busy....just kidding I'm only taking 6 credits, so in fact I'm just lazy and haven't gotten around to blogging. Anyways after dropping my Conversational Spanish class on the basis that I was the ONLY  non-returned missionary taking it, I decided to sign up for a Creative Writing course. I thought we'd be writing short stories, but to my surprise we're being forced to try our hand at poetry. I've actually found it to be sorta therapeutic and soothing; helping me to organize my thoughts. And being in a moment of relaxed judgment I've decided to share with you a poem I wrote. like it or not, here it is....... Making Wishes I am swaying in the wind with absolutely no real direction. I let the breeze bow me back forth. I don’t have a mind of my own. I am used to the nudging and gentle prodding of my surroundings. I easily bend to the quiet whisperings of the midday draft. M...