A Change

This morning when I woke up,
I sensed that something changed.
But it was nothing I could see,
Nothing was rearranged.
For some unexplainable reason,
When I looked into the mirror,
Even though the image was the same,
I could see myself a little clearer.
My hair was just as frizzy,
But it didn't matter, it's just hair.
And I still had curves in all the wrong places,
But for some reason I didn't care.
Then there were my braces.
They beautifully shone in the light.
And for one I liked my freckles,
Though I never imaged I might.
For once I felt just perfect,
Like I finally looked the part.
And I realized the change wasn't outside,
But, rather, in my heart.

--Mary Davis

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Hope

Hope is the rack
Which I hang my dreams upon
Carefully placing
One article of my future on
Hope.

Hope is the boss
Which I place my thought in
Gingerly folding
My aspirations into
Trying.

Hope is the shelf
Which I sit my fears on
Cautiously tucking
Them away from
Striving.

Hope is the rack
Which I hang my success on
Proudly displaying
All I have accomplished with the help of
Hope.

--Kelsey Brunone

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A Simple Smile, a Scream Inside

There's so much no one knows,
So much that no one sees,
About the way I feel inside, my thoughts and all my needs.

Maybe it's that they don't look,
Or the fact that I don't show,
Either way, there are things inside that no one seems to know.

I want to show the world.
I want everyone to see.
All the thoughts and the ideas that flow inside of me.

Maybe you haven't' noticed,
Or maybe you don't dare,
To find out who I am, to show me that you care.

I'm screaming on the inside,
A smile is what you see,
But I am not content with the person I seem to be.

There's a different person on the inside,
That I can't seem to show,
But maybe if you took the time, that person you could know.

--Stephanie Schultz

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