Young Writers Society

i ghost-wrote a poem on yws because i thought it was too embarrasing to share and that people wouldn't like it at all, but i got some really encouraging comments on it.... so happy
umm by the way, creating a second account to anonymously publish something is not against the rules it it?

for nani ama

you're there in every breath i take, you exist in every piece of my skin and bones. your ghosts roam with purpose around the house, and sometimes i hug them at night to feel warm. your blood is still warm in me, it throbs and pulses.

i read cells in biology now, when you died i wasn't even a cell. i wonder what you'd say if you saw me now. what would you think about this girl wearing a mask of your flesh. i wish you could be proud of the woman she's becoming.

i feel close to you in a way i can't even began to express. you're hidden in me, somewhere deeper than skin. your fingerprints and identity is carved into my cells, into my dna. do you wonder from your grave? who is this strange selfish girl!?

sometimes it hurts to know that you're in my mind, but i'm not in yours. in a strange kind of way, we are each other. but we couldn't be more different. my body was never my own, but my soul is.

i see old photographs of you, you have your arms around two little boys. i keep getting caught up in the stupid struggles of teenage life without meaning to, and wonder what gave you strength. how did you find that unquenchable love inside of your soul, while i fished inside mine only to find scraps of what could be?

i inherited your strength before i was born, and it transformed to a weakness inside me. the fire comes as short bursts of passion and anger and sentimentality. one day, i'll let go of my strength to gift it to those who are unborn right now. more and more of it changes to weakness every year.