Then
A haze of fog,
Blinding my memory of sight Before,
Protecting my soul like my childhood blanket covering my head from an imagined, scary creature behind
my bedroom door.
All I remember is After.
Not because I was so young Then,
But because After’s crash was so fiery and impactful,
I was left in a daze,
Wondering where and why.
After is my second birth.
Born into a world of who you Aren’t.
Comfort in my fears,
Umbrella in my rain,
Hand that holds mine,
Shoulder for my lean,
Always here.
Voice of assurance,
Whisper of confidence,
Teacher of morals,
Inspiration,
Model,
Sacrifice,
Selflessness,
Constant.
After
The haze is gone,
It no longer blinds my memories of Before,
My sight is clear.
Who you Aren’t is who she is,
Who she always was,
And who I will strive to be.
William B. Travis High School
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