Focus
That morning,
as the misty fog settled,
I sat with it,
near the ground.
On my last,
old, rocky step
leading up to the patio,
I sat, motionless.
Yet, my head wildly spinning
Mom had decided
that I needed to
focus,
so,
she took it all away from me;
My phone, laptop, and journals,
my plots, characters, shorts,
the random dribbles I'd doodle,
whenever I was in a bad place.
She took away my internet access,
cutting me off--
from my followers,
online friends,
the writing community,
Charlie.
And no amount of reasoning
would change her mind,
because I was just
a dumb teenager,
too attached to technology,
and completely confused
with the path of my life
and how to get there.
I blinked, expecting there
to be tears to blink back.
None--
had I finally grown up?
Everything ached as I stood
and trekked to school,
Feeling a million years older.
Based on Mom's consistent bitching;
her knee--
her arms--
her hip--
her chest--
her feet--
her head--
her lip--
her neck--
her wrist--
her ankle--
I was an adult now;
time to focus.
Science.
Algebra Two.
Economics.
All Honors.
Grow Up
As I trudged our way
through the stresses of June,
around me
