Newborn, pink, screaming,
eldest twin.
***
Toddler,
hurricane survivor.
***
Playground power ranger,
Super Mario brother walking home,
Star Trek captain -
never a red shirt.
***
Indiana Jones on the swings
while crocodiles swam in sand.
***
Smart. Funny. Kind.
Teacher’s pet. Nerd.
Freckle-face. Four eyes.
Goody-two shoes.
Band geek.
***
Writer. Reader.
French-girl sleepovers.
Student council rep.
Roller-blade Olympian.
Rocket builder.
Call sign: Hurricane.
***
Flautist. Violinist. Choir girl.
JROTC squad leader.
Honor Society president.
Public speaker. Talent show act.
Graduate.
***
Crash partier.
Slut.
Accidental mother.
***
Settler.
Lie eater.
Pain-swallower.
Blame taker.
Bruise coverer.
***
Kept.
Eroded.
Broken down.
***
Survivor.
Reclaimer.
Dream-maker.
Life-weaver.
Soul-builder.
***
And I will be,
until I am crone -
bones crackling with stories,
fingers weaving light from loss -
until I am dust.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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