• Abbigail Earl

Class of We Survived

Standing solo in a crowd

conversations all around.

To the laughing, swarming, hum;

only Silence met my lips,

and Water coated my tongue.

I clench my fist.


Remembering all the times

The pointed fingers stabbed my mind;

The laughter followed me home;

And the words broke my bones.


Just breathe and remember,

Remember the times you got back up, stood tall,

and rose to defeat the lies.

The times you smiled, laughed, and didn’t cry

That you never, ever, crossed that line.

Even when you just wanted the pain to stop.


Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.


Unclench your fist.

Look around and talk.

You’re not there anymore.

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