"I shine on."
I stand in the morning sunlight
Rubbing sleep from my eyes
Already the gears are grinding and the lights are green
I walk into school
Fearing the sounds
Of my fellow man
Over-stimulation; zap; headaches and panic
Mantras and charms, apocryphal remedies
Prayer and meditation thrown in for good measure.
Blanking out; vapor trail; (ideas; appear like nightmare, vanish like smoke) stream-of-consciousness, FOCUS.
Got to think, got to hold it in, the Rage, the nightmare is back, I thought it was over, can't think, can't think, can't think, make it all STOP make it all OVER just for a little while
Dear God, why won't it stop?
Phantoms coming and going, everyone's a ghost, everything's a dream, it's all an illusion--
The puzzle piece is about as fitting a symbol for me as a coconut would be for the church; BIZARRE.
Instead...I am the falcon. I am the starlight; distant, mysterious, spectral.
And no matter what I see below, no matter the fell deeds of humanity, no matter what tries to stop me
I shine on.
Written by Benjamin Weingart, age 15, of Hamden, Connecticut, on 3/6/2015