Hi my name is Ella Erickson, I am a senior at SPHS. I have always had an intrest in writing, Mrs. Topel's creative writing class made me realize how much I really love to write. She has tought me that everyone is an artist, and everyone deserves a chance to have their work seen. I enjoy writting poems, Creative non-fiction, magical realism, and short stories. I hope you enjoy my work.
I always thought that I could fix him, all the rage in his bones and the pain in his heart.
But the shadows ran deep, tearing us apart.
In the silence, I heard the echoes of his cries.
Searching recklessly through the darkness.
Not caring what could hurt me.
He needed me and I was there.
I tried to heal his wounds.
I’d wrap and wrap and wrap them.
But he would always bleed through.
Like nothing I ever did for him was good enough.
I gave him my light, hoping he would find his way out.
Instead he took it.
Leaving me in the darkness.
Finding his own way out.
Once again I heard the cries.
I ran in the dark towards the sound.
Cutting my arm on the way out.
I found him bleeding.
I wrapped and wrapped and wrapped.
Not worrying about my own wounds bleeding out.
But now we sit.
In a pool of each other’s blood.
Because I guess I am broken too.
And broken people can't fix broken people.
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Dear Papa
I think of you when I see a bald eagle
How strong and how much courage you had
doing anything and everything for your family
I think of you when Thanksgiving comes around
I can feel your absence like a shadow that never fades
like the sound of your laughter that echos through the house
when I'm feeling most lonely
I think of you when I accomplish anything new, wishing I could show you.
Like when i first got my drivers licenses or getting good grades
I think of you every time I drive my truck.
I know I'm safe when you’re watching over me
protecting me from harms way
I think of you every time I look at my mom,
how sad your death made her,
how your death stole my Mother from me.
How your absence is like a constant ache,
how empty your death makes her feel
how your death sucks the life out of her
like a relentless storm
leaving her empty and worn out
as if her happiness is slowly fading away
never truly feeling happy again.
Your death has and will have forever changed my life, and how nothing will
Never
ever
be the same.