“Youth” by Patrick Fox

Winner of the William and Ivy Saylor Prize 2014

Terrible youth:

we trembled, but

discovered truth;

beaten, broken, bruised,

we never made it without

scars but we learned

to wear them like jewels.

Each and every one of us

played a part, not just in

imagination.

(Because pretending was

holding your insides)

We never lost our fascination

with breathing

and getting old never looked

like falling apart, but

coming back together;

every moment a fresh start

in the land of never

give up

lose hope

or surrender.

Back then

we were dissevered,

ties cut long

before we could

remember.

Beaten, broken, abused youth;

never had a chance to be a child,

how to color, when to smile.

(We survived for a while)

Bed time stories were

grumbling stomachs and

night lights, late stars

(They hit you, mine left

never got far but we did

our best)

Posted on June 9, 2014, in Poetry Spring 2014, William and Ivy Saylor Prize Winners and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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