The Wandering Star
By: Riley Alberding
Somedays, I feel alone in the universe, just a star drifting through the cosmos.
I feel as though my closest friends are Thousands of miles away, and that to them, I am an insignificant blip in the universe.
But then I remember, Stars do not feel, go to parties, or live their own lives, they just silently watch as the world falls apart, and people suffer.
I then realize that I am not a Star, but a human who can feel, go to parties, live my own life and most importantly… I can make a difference.
I can help feed the hungry, and shelter the poor, and I can help clean our oceans and save our planet!
I can fight for equal rights so that our children and grandchildren no matter where they come from, can grow up in a better world!
Can a star do that? No, they can only watch.
So no, I am not a Star or an insignificant blip in the universe, I am a Woman.
The Over Thinker
By: Riley Alberding
I am misunderstood.
I wonder if I’ll ever get to feel again.
I hear the sound of blood dripping through the crack in the ceiling.
I see my white padded walls, with words scratched into their faces.
I want to feel, something again.
I am misunderstood.
I pretend to lie in a bed of roses smelling of iron, and wet to the touch.
I feel, something as I lie there.
I touch my bloody roses.
I worry that this feeling will go away.
I cry as my surroundings fade back to my white walls.
I am misunderstood.
I understand that I did bad things.
when the white coats ask why I did what I did I say, “to feel”.
I dream of my rosey bed.
I tear off my cream colored jacket.
I hope you‘re not home tonight, for I am, The Over Thinker.