Alexa Hirsch
Bio
Everybody has a voice. Some are loud, almost deafening and others are so quiet you barely even notice that they're there. All voices should be heard - here's mine - I hope you take the time to hear it.
Stories (4/0)
Flicker
A coincidence that we sat next to each other.I got nervous so you took my hand and held it through the turbulence.We talked about school and friends. Music and family.Shared what our dreams were and also our obstacles.Laughed over jokes that nobody else knew but us.Exchanged secrets and promised we'd keep them.I blinked and the plane had landed. You were tucking away your head phones and laughing about something Isaid.I smiled at you and said "It was nice meeting you".Although I never saw you again, we will always have our trip to Baltimore.
By Alexa Hirsch6 years ago in Poets
Withholding
Every time I close my eyes the vision of my brother's lifeless body, blood dripping from his fragile hand onto my face, stains my eyelids. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t wish it was me instead of him. I know my parents feel the same way. They can’t even look at me. Haven’t really since the funeral. I don’t blame them, though. It’s my fault that John isn’t here. I know it, they know it, everybody knows it.
By Alexa Hirsch6 years ago in Poets