sometimes i stay in the darkest corners of the room,
between the sliver of space where my two shadows meet.
here, they blend into a singularity, a fusion of my competing
superlatives. this is where the light does not reach me,
where it cannot expose me for my incongruences. in this
i am but two sides of the same coin — you flip me to find
my tail ambiguous in value, my head as blank as cold static.
but conforming is what i do best, and i contort my body to fit
into the littlest corners, fleeing to my refuge with abandoned
rays nipping at my heels. luminous laughter trails to my ears,
taunting me relentlessly as i play this inane game of coin flip
over and over, each time desperate for a different outcome.
my shadows place their bets as to when i'll brave the light but
odds are, this seclusion will claim me before the coin lands.
It is on these icy steps that my mother leaves me alone, afraid, and at the hands of an unpredictable world. She tucks my tiny blanket in, desperate to protect every inch of my fragile skin from the cold, but the more she pulls, the more it stretches at its frayed ends. So she makes do with one last kiss on my forehead, the warmth from her emaciated hand still lingering when she slips away with the daybreak.
I try to understand as I watch her disappear, the whispers of her apology floating away with the frigid wind.
To WtW admins,
As I am sure you are aware of, your announcement about the new “free writing” guidelines has sparked a backlash from many WtW members, many of whom (including me) wholeheartedly disagree with it.
WtW has limited its “free writing” to fiction, non-fiction, and poetry, where Q&As will exist as its own prompt, and other non-writing posts such as contests, updates and appreciation posts will be taken down if we try to post them. I understand that the surge in non-writing and social related posts may dilute what WtW is about at its core, but entirely taking that away from us users is unacceptable.
It is mentioned in your announcement that these changes were made to “to ensure that we remain a welcoming place where every writer can grow and explore their craft”. This is a contradiction – how can we maintain a welcoming place when you take down social posts that help us bond...
we hoist our flags up, bold stripes flying unapologetically high. against the stiff winds, we're relentless - the cold cuts us down and still we resist, marching on with our shoes planted firmly on the ground. they taunt us, yell at us to move, but we refuse. we're the movement, we chant. it's your move.
look out across the sea of colours and see waves of purple, pink, and baby blue lapping over the edges of our stripes, blending together to form the harmony we'd always dreamed of. here, any stark differences fade out into the background as we stand tall and unafraid, no longer content with existing - we want to live. taking centre stage, we keep marching on, our footfalls in sync all the way down the road that leads to our common destination.
through it all we wait, for ourselves and for each other. we're not defined by the colours we bleed or the colours...