Light

I wake up knowing I am still living 

that I am going to school a place meant for learning

thinking of seating in my seat all day long

writing until my hands fall off

standing in the dreaded recess or lunch line

eating the food that is supposed to give me energy but isn’t 

walking like a zombie with a lunch tray

listening to the drooning monologue of other people

dreaming of lightning, dreaming of leaving

people hurt my feelings, it feels like a beating

screaming for help but no help comes

Until the light

The light comes lighting my whole body

Fighting the bad feeling, telling me to fight it, to block it

So I do and the feeling goes away stomping

I feel a wave of excitement, I start jumping!

My teacher asks “what’s wrong?” I answer “nothing”

Like I had not just been rescued and reborn

Now I will devote my life to being the light to others.