Poetry

I Cry

Isabella Ainsworth

I feel tears welling up in my eyesI try to suppress themI don’t want to cryAt least not hereIn front of people

But I doI do cryI cry and I cryAnd I try to push it backBut I’ve waited too long

I think about itAbout the messAbout my parentsMy childhoodMy homeMy safetyAnd I cry even more

The mess is bigIt overwhelms meIt makes me shiverIt makes me cry

My mother didn’t love my father anymore

I can’t take that knowledgeI can’t believe itAfter twenty-three yearsOf lovingYou just stopI don’t understand her

Confusion makes me cry

I love my motherI love my fatherI don’t seeWhy they can’t love each other

The unknown makes me cry

I have to moveEven though we just movedI have to pack my clothesMy toysSo I can leave my fatherAll alone

Change makes me cry

I cryI cry because I amSad andConfused andAnnoyedI cry because of myParents’ divorceI cry

I Cry Isabella Ainsworth
Isabella Ainsworth, 11
Davis, California

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