One Day

Textbooks and teachers told me

“Hold on to everything;

Everything you write -

It will turn into something one day”

And one day became overturned boxes

Tossed around my room,

And pages of white, off-white, something in between

With scribbles in black, blue, red

Big, small, tear-blotched, ripped

Written in every direction, let me cover every inch

Like the lover from Italy that has a wife back home

And it breaks your heart more than hers

Because your fantasy just shattered

And her mirror has been cracked for ages.

You thought these pages

Might mean something one day

But as you look over teenage angst

You think,

“Child, someone needed to teach you strength.”

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