3rd Place (Teen) - June 2012


I am only
More alone than the swing
When wind shakes it bones
In the slight, grey breeze
And children make butterflies in sand
Instead. Only
More separate than the brittle wings
Of quick daddy-long-legs
When childhood innocently pulls them
Apart. Only
More silent than a whisper in solemn darkness
The kind of fish-hook promise that rusts
When dawn begins to seep in.
But only, just only
In the world - a.writer,
Alone before that open page
Holding it like a mirror, a spotlight,
And letting my words fold it
Into origami.

~ Brianna Wright