I am Wonder

Hey guys! It's Lydia here! I wrote this poem a few days ago. This is for anyone who has felt self doubt and worthlessness, and especially since exam results will be released very soon. I know its difficult, and I myself struggle with self belief. Writing this poem made me feel powerful and needed, and not purposeless.

Mist is all around – a suffocation of success.

The white contortions pushing deep,

Deep under nameless graves.

I am nobody. I mean nothing – they all whisper.

A thrashing waterfall, cold droplets like tiny daggers,

Weighing on back.

Metal threads pierce veins, bating to rise.

I am nobody. I mean nothing – she whispers.

Great folds of ivy, cursing, snapping and growing.

Rippling claws swipe at limps,

A monster of spitting green poison, a driving darkness.

I am nobody. I mean nothing – he whispers.

Cages of bone – the scentless persons of defeat.

Bound in mistakes and endless questions.

A silent jet of disbelief.

I am nobody. I am nothing – they repeat.

It takes a flicker. To change, to jump, to run.

One thought in ignition – to become possibilities.

An infinite candle in conceiving wonder.

Rising in simplicity, climbing shadows to swallow wholeness,

Feeding the wax of hearts.

I am someone. I mean everything. I feel wonder – they all scream.