Behind Closed Curtains

From the sound of her combat boots echoing through the seemingly empty hallways, To the gentle lines of black makeup carefully lining a fraction if her upper eye lid, She was their ideal. To others, she seemed Carefree. Hopeful. Confident. Positive. Mysterious. Oh, but what a mystery she was. Carefree was far from what she…

Waiting

I miss you And I’m waiting for your return. I’ve become quite impatient But all I want is for you to be home. I know your legs don’t work anymore, And I know blood no longer runs through your veins. I know your heartbeat stopped that December night, And I know mine almost did as…

This, I Believe

I used to think we lived without a purpose. We all live, and we all eventually die, thinking our goal in life is simply to live, to survive. If oblivion is upon us, then what’s the point in even trying? My mom had been experiencing cancer for the 2nd time for a little over a…

Oh, How You’ve Grown

Oh, how you’ve grown, My little darling. Just yesterday you were prancing around the living room floor and leaping from couch to couch, as if the floor were lava. To you, the world is your playground. The only rules are you can’t pull Sissy’s hair, say please and thank you, and have fun. You are…

To Dance

My heart is pounding in my throat as I run to take my place in the backstage wing. Shoving and pushing through never ending layers of dancers and stage managers. The smell of hairspray itches at my throat. The air is thick with sweat, tears, anxiety, and hairspray. I start lightly prancing in place, with…

On School

I, since the day I was born, am Mary Arden Stockdell-Giesler. My parents decided to call me Arden, and when I grew older if I wanted to go by Mary, then I could. Personally, I prefer Arden, even though it causes so much confusion in schools. On my first day of Pre-K, I was nothing…