In high school, I was the girl decorated with hospital bracelets
strung together by english essays and adderall
There were many who valiantly fought for me,
and I was determined to make sure they would
Doctors clucked their tongues and rolled off the words ‘suicidal tendencies’
Teachers furrowed their brows with concern
Friends gently embraced me, afraid to chip my china heart
and I knit sweaters of sorrow within my stomach.
I know not of the eye of the storm, but I know of
wild winds whipping through my lips
Uprooting trees with my wails
and throwing myself away from those I love to protect them
from my fury.
This weather has raged within me for 7 years
and this is what I now know:
you cannot contain both the hurricane and the calm breezes-
one will surely overtake the other.