Three Poems by Abby Lowry

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My head is ducked

In a sweatshirt

A feeling I have not felt

Since eighth grade

Where my eyes were slits of

Blue

hiding from

The thorny words

The taunting laughter

And the darkness

Of her hair

I am bouncing

Thinking of each word

Each feeling

Shuddering with

Haunted nostalgia

Looking back with

20 20 vision

Content

And proud

contending

A 14 year old me

Like a war hero

Criticises the

Warrior

 

Thinking

Remembering

Of best friends

New friends

New relationships

And conversations

Of people I love

And people I hate

and of people

I’ve never met

The world is wide

And I have seen little

However

They stand as

My world

 

I was climbing

Rock by rock

Sticking my fingers in the cracks

My feet slipping

Gripping

On waves of rock

Praying

Not to hit the ground below

Not to hit the wall

When I made the top

I bellowed in joy

Before lowering

To the bottom again

To relearn

And retry