0.4 First Day

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0.4 … First Day

While the other freshmen
were anxious about
the first day of high school,
I was busy being broken
by the father who died
the day before,
and the grandfather who died
mere weeks before him.

I wanted to be worried
about first impressions
and making friends
and new beginnings.
Instead I tried
to bite back the tears,
to bury deep my fears,
so no one would know
part of my world had just ended.


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elluminations, vol. 0

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Cover photo Cynthia del Río on Unsplash  |  (elluminations © 2018 Elayna Mae Darcy)

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