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Finding the
Words
Flipping through the pages of my
Women's Poetry,
I know I will not find my story there;
among these other women.
Among Illness, Death, Identity
I will not find your names.
Only the courage to form words
to this journey.
To let life twist and turn as it must,
to know I cannot fix all that breaks,
to be as I am.
Norah drifts through my window.
Lessons are hidden in the words of Sophocles
and Ionesco.
In your words.
Antigone resonates with me,
lines form themselves in my dreams;
painted on the sky above.
The truth is in my script;
memories scattering the pages;
wisdom,
strength pulled from the olive trees
and the sun.
Breathing in green;
vineyards.
Breathing out black;
nervous energy,
fear.
No thoughts,
only feeling.
Feeling in the space,
the words will carry me.
Finding the answers in your words,
comfort in your eyes.
Walking into the Leader,
music of war transports me to Thebes.
Learning through this path,
through the eyes of those around me.
Our believing holds us together,
and we are safe.
In our failures, in our successes.
Hands join,
breathing into one another;
strength to let go;
to be.
--Caitlin Coey
Caitlin is a junior at Healdsburg High School |
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Karna's
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