heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Short Talk on Identity
I wanted to be Cinderella, so I dreamed of her ballgown. The blue enchanted me into its depths, and I wanted to drown. When I found her at Prom Forever, I silently wept. How disappointing it is to grow up dreaming of slim princesses only to find the unflattering feeling of wearing what’s not made for your figure. I bought a green sweater at Ardenes and I realized the colour that fit me; The colours that made me sparkle. I remember admiring the trees on long bus rides, and tickling blades of grass on sunny days. An element some believe to be ugly but surrounds our life and nature. When I bought my sage dress, I was doubtful and unsure, but I now notice its beauty, just as it noticed me.
By Mya Doerksen7 months ago in Poets