by Jacklyn A., 13
i wonder if my siblings will grow up and follow my example.
will they create their own paths or listen to a sample?
will they be happy with what they have
wish they had more or maybe a better dad? i don’t know.
will my siblings grow up and be what they want, move to brooklyn, maybe vermont?
i’m not sure.
all i know is that they won’t want what they have.
they won’t like their own laugh and they’re going to hate our mother’s sass.
it worries me.
will they spend on useless things, rise and be like kings
or maybe speak the language of creativity?
inside a box
four walls entrap me, their names are immaturity, stupidity, jealousy, and anxiety.
whispers from the wind, wrap me in arms and tell me you are no longer winged.
i can no longer fly, who says i ever did?
my worries and wonders have pulled me down, on who will i rely?
to pull me back up when i have flown way too high.
enough about me.
will they see my insanity?
will they believe in humanity?
will they follow my nonreligious beliefs? forget about a god and a priest?
will they forget me in total?
will their intelligence go global?
will they reach the age of 50?
am i feeling guilty?
just pull me in and take me under.
will everything that has happened to me have an impact on those surrounding me?
will my sister be okay?
and my brother live to see another day?
will they wake up at 3 a.m. and cry themselves back to bed?
will they scream out my name when they need me?
will they ever want to see me?
that true happiness smile, the one you’ll spot from miles, will it still be there?
4 years ago i was the baby of the family.
two kids that look up at me so happily,
they don’t know how much of a mess i am.
will they carry these same worries?
create even worse stories or… am i just crazy?
so many wonders.