There is so much time passing where
I am doing nothing at all.
I sit, ponder, sketch, paint
But is it really leaving me with any life left?
Am I just melting into these books?
My body will not let me sleep
So I pull on my hair to somehow feel things,
Making a pile of the strands in my hand,
I think, these are mine.
But I just can’t be somebody anymore.
My existence mimics a breeze,
Like I can walk on top of cities and bridges
And nobody will know,
Like I can let my limbs fly away in the wind.
Like my thoughts create clouds in the sky
As the room goes soft,
As my dogs are sleeping on couches
And I am here,
Hidden underneath blankets and
Muffled by the nighttime crickets
Who have so much to say.
Mara Magarahan is a high school creative writing student from Chester County, Pennsylvania, who can be found writing poetry anywhere at any time, even if that means scribbling on napkins or writing on her hands. She is the author of the poetry collection I’ll Be Okay, which was published in September of 2018. Recently, her work has been published in Bridge Ink’s literary magazine’s 3.5 issue. Mara finds inspiration from her life experiences and uses writing as both a coping skill and a way to connect with others. She wants readers to feel like they are experiencing the world through her eyes and mind.