by Olivia Porath

Not What It Seemed

When I was young I used to dream

That my family was normal and stuck like glue

That things were more than what they seemed

.

I’d hope someday that they would see

How my scars inside were not so few

When I was young I used to dream

.

More often than not I’d want to scream

Or just tell a person, anyone, someone like you

That things were more than what they seemed

.

But I sat idly, for they were my bloodstream

And trouble would come if I told the truth

When I was young I used to dream

.

Even though rare moments of hope would gleam

I knew our days of darkness weren’t through

That things were more than what they seemed

.

That sadness and suffering was the theme

Though I never chanced it by giving clues

When I was young I used to dream

That things were more than what they seemed

by Olivia Porath

Refusing to Let Go 

I can’t imagine what you felt

In that place, on your last day

Oh, how I wish to know

 .

For I knew you were in pain

Although you’d never say

But you’d let your discomforts show

 .

Though she was there to witness death-

Not I, cut from your very cloth

You’re still with me as I grow

.

Tears will fall as I take my breath

As I die slowly, in remembrance of you,

Refusing to let go