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The Writing on the Walls

January 4, 2024
By Anonymous

At first it feels like dawn. 

The hand, clutching onto the yellowness, finds comfort it’s been longing. 

But what happens when it becomes only temporary? 


There is love between the two, 

there is love, until it betrays them. 

The hand becomes more comfortable, 

finds ease,

finds relief with being honest 

Although, assistance is needed.


Realizing the hand has more feelings than anticipated.

The palm is bruised, the fingers are sore, 

led in the wood does not want to be exploited no more. 

So what happens when the yellow wood becomes only temporary to the hand? 


It  feels the need to become sharper,

Stabbing the innocent skin each time it's sought after.  

The wood becomes flimsy, the led egresses. 

It is too short to use, 

that's okay I can still use the eraser!


The green metal rubs against the white sheet,

chafes the paper, 

fragmenting the once straight,

neat, 

evenly-spaced lines. 

The tree that was once gorgeous,

 chopped down, pulped, refined, 

and dried is being demolished in its new form.


The hand is stuck with black shiny dust on its pinky 

While it,

gets a free way out.


She stands, 

realizing there are clean sheets of paper, 

she has other pencils as well, ones that will not taper.

She realizes words written with led are erasable, 

they are not forever. 

She realizes there are others that will let her express her endeavors,

more importantly, they have  rubber to more importantly, they have  rubber to help recover

But what happens when the yellow wood becomes only temporary to the hand? 


The author's comments:

As a senior in high school I have experienced bonds through my peers, teachers, as well as relationships. My AP Lit teacher assigned us to write a conceit shortly after I began to experience a series of difficulties in my life. I began to question myself, I was betrayed by a friend and was in the middle of a breakup. On top of these bigger events smaller things such as mixing up due dates for assignments occurred, as a consequence my grades were slipping. Then there were also silly things such as spilling my coffee all over my self in school and disagreements with my parents were occurring. Everything stacked up and I felt like I ultimately could not catch a break. I tried having a positive mindset then something else would occur and I started to feel like things were not going to get better. I opened up to my coaches, and my two closest friends. At times when I was a mess and ugly crying they still listened to me. At times when I admitted to sabotaging my progress they called me out but still gave me advice. I realized that the awesome guy I was devastated of losing was ruining me and was not so awesome. I learned that there are good people but there are also people that are going to hurt you. Although, I realized that there are people on my side, there are people that are there for me and those are the people I should be surrounding myself with. I realized that bad feelings don't last forever and you just need to take action from letting them linger. Although this poem was originally an assignment I believe that it ultimately put everything into perspective for me. 


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