Megan Marks
She was a little girl, left to face the world on her own;
with nowhere to go,
she turned to the wrong people.
Just wanting love, she was sadly disappointed
not getting what she longed for
she was shown a world of darkness and chaos.
She embraced the darkness and was compelled to obey it.
Letting it consume her, chaining her to addiction.
Her life as she knew it was her self-made prison.
She was a lost soul, lost in the depths of deception.
Confused and unknowing she finally got a break.
She was given a choice in the form of a key.
Scared yet curious, she searched for the item it opened.
She was pushed to her breaking point, but this time it was different.
She fought back and stood up for herself.
This was her moment of clarity.
She found what she was looking for herself.
The key was her own happiness.
"This is my first year at Nicolet. I am twenty-seven years old and a mother of two. I am a recovering alcoholic and addict. I am gong to school for A.O.D.A. and Mental Health counseling. This poem is my raw emotions and feelings."
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“Gone”
By Jennifer Ruth Jackson
Another year passed by
Falling leaves, snow flakes
Work days, relaxing weekends
Sailing on Lake Michigan
You used to like that
The whole house is redecorated
There is now blue where
Green dominated
And some floral patterns your
Father hates but mother
Insisted upon
Every room is different
But yours
Trails near the house are
Overgrowing
Where you used to walk
So often
Your sister swears she
Sees your footprints
After it rains
They all light candles for you
Bright, small points melting
After all this time
They will always
You are missed
“I can’t draw or act, so I write poems and short stories. My work has been published in Diverse Voices Quarterly, Kaleidoscope Magazine, and more. When I am not writing, you can catch me playing video games or making jewelry.”
