Student Poetry Submissions

Decorations as numerous as stars here on earth 

Their stings of reds and pinks like the wounded flesh of my lonely heart.

There is much to feel this time of year, the cold, the ice, the heartache.

Finding a way out is like looking down an endless well, unforgiving and harsh and frightening

The well of my soul is filled to the brim, yet it feels like nothing when I see those pinks and reds.

I have to tell myself there is something there

There is a strength behind the hurt

There is light underneath the dark.

I have the courage and bravery to find it when it feels lost, to search when it feels fruitless

I must eliminate that emptiness.

For it does me no good at all.

I am whole

Myself

I am all I need to be, just because I am here and I am alive. 

The confidence I gain comes from leaving that well behind to look at the landscape of life

 And find out

There is nothing more I need to be complete and fulfilled.

Brave the darkness of the times to find the eternal living light of us.