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Message from Writer

“Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die”

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens


July 19, 2017


It's 10:18 in the afternoon.
Teeth have been brushed,
Pajamas have been put on,
and goodnights have been said. 

I sit alone in my room.
Faint sounds are heard throughout the house:
My sister plays the guitar every night,
I can hear it through the ceiling
From her room above me.
I communicate with my next eldest brother
by knocking on the wall in between our rooms. 
I hear my little brothers bickering next door
Back and forth in their twin bunk bed.
I hear the plumbing and pipes in my walls,
so I always know whenever someone turns on a sink
or flushes a toilet. 
My dog snorts softly at the foot of my bed.
My pen smoothly scratches across my notebook. 
The sound of my ink on my paper soothes me. 

The noises throughout my house are relaxing. 
I am calm, even with
My sister singing Ed Sheeran upstairs,
My brothers arguing over who can do the best Yoda impression,
My brother knocking rhythmically on my wall,
Slowly lull me to sleep.

and as my pen drifts from my paper
the same way I begin to drift in and out of consciousness,
One last thought enters my fatigued brain,
"This life is worth living."


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1 Comment
  • AbigailSauble

    Love this composition! Great job in creating a peaceful ending to a family's day. :)
    Keep up the good work! God bless!

    almost 3 years ago