Meghan Dunsmuir

17

17 years

Within

A pale pink universe

I have cut my hair trying to fly

Beyond the walls that kept me here.

My everything space, my nothing space,

Curvatures of plaster swirling the same stale air

Over and over my own foggy reflection.

Appearing cracks reveal

We’ve been floating side by side.

Together we will learn

Hope, grieve and fight

I will break the circle,

Reach for my hands.

17 years

I have lived within

A tiny pale pink universe

Where I have cut my hair to fly

Beyond the walls that kept me near.

This everything space, this nothing space,

A curvature of plaster swirling the same air

Over and over my own foggy reflection

But slowly, appearing cracks reveal

We’ve been floating side by side.

Together we will learn,

Hope, grieve.

I will

Break the circle,

Reach for my hands.