Weekly writing 18/2/26
Hey angels 💋
Welcome to the first weekly writing post! These posts are to help spread the work of teenage writers living in Limerick, if you have interest in getting your work published on our blog, email us at thelimerickgal@gmail.com or at the entry form on our website.
This week I have selected a poem sent in from a sixteen year old called Yaro, they told me that they typically write poetry about childhood or trauma. Here’s the poem that they sent in!
The person with wings
It was another sleepless night for me when I heard something in the window.
I thought on ignoring it but something told me to get up and check it out.
I went to my window and opened my curtains at first glance there was
nothing but then I noticed a shadow.
It wasn't a birds shadow or some sort of animal it was human with wings I
looked up and his face was burnt out.
I asked what was wrong and he said he was tired of saving people while he
was drowning himself.
He told me how he saw many people, children and adults, with a certain look
that wanted to stop living.
He didn't understand why the world was so cruel to people, why did people
have no one to rely on other than themself. After listening to the person
with wings talk, his talk seeming all too familiar, he just wanted a break
from all the caregiving.
I guess I could relate to that I said, he looked at me and nodded, a shared
look of despair in his eyes.
We didn't speak the silence was loud and clear that we both wanted a break
from helping others and help ourselves.
I thought on ignoring it but something told me to get up and check it out.
I went to my window and opened my curtains at first glance there was
nothing but then I noticed a shadow.
It wasn't a birds shadow or some sort of animal it was human with wings I
looked up and his face was burnt out.
I asked what was wrong and he said he was tired of saving people while he
was drowning himself.
He told me how he saw many people, children and adults, with a certain look
that wanted to stop living.
He didn't understand why the world was so cruel to people, why did people
have no one to rely on other than themself. After listening to the person
with wings talk, his talk seeming all too familiar, he just wanted a break
from all the caregiving.
I guess I could relate to that I said, he looked at me and nodded, a shared
look of despair in his eyes.
We didn't speak the silence was loud and clear that we both wanted a break
from helping others and help ourselves.
Thank you Yaro for uploading your work to our blog! That was an amazing poem.
If you are interested in writing make sure to send in your work!
Until next time…Xoxo
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