Lightyear Book

I wrote this piece for a friend, reflected on who I got to know this year and how things don't always turn out the way we want it to when we were younger but there is always potential and leaps and bounds to grow.


Dear diary,

 

I am looking through yearbooks to find a little insight on who you are,

a glimpse of a lifetime


in suspension.

 

Annual yearbook pictures of the classes you do not fit into

where moments of untimely expressions were captured

to last for what seems like eternity.

 

Represented desires and impressions made by carefully chosen quotes

and phrased aspirations to shape us as our fantasied avatars.

 

Interest in clubs, sports and councils that embodied the activities and movements your passions scouted for,

swimming through currents of cliques

safeguarding social standings to survive the pubescent wilderness.

 

You know at graduation,

people always talk about eagles but not crows,

those who soar but not scavenge,

the glorified and not the survivors.

 

Redamancy

is a rare species that is sought after but no one expects to find.

 

Reading into your scribbles of thoughts and memories like journal entries that were long forgotten.

 

Imagining your voice in those thoughts brings healing like songs that were left on dusty mixtapes.

 

Putting those one-hit wonders on to the radio one more time to make life easier to digest.

 

Some nights are better with the light on, the moonlight that slivers the edges of these pages.

The stars are shining bright but they are difficult to see in all the light pollution,

like you, you may look like you barely twinkle but I won't forget that you are burning,

profusely with the force of the sun.

 

When the shadows keep encompassing your eyes, it is hard to see the glimmer,

It is difficult to sift the silhouettes from the shadows.

 

I'll turn on the fairy lights when I read through these pages,

in plain sight, I'll see the light catcher of the person you are

the kaleidoscope of who you are on your way to being,

I'll hold a candle to help keep the shadows at bay once I keep this yearbook away.

 

- Swit Marie

0913H 9th October 2019

Purgatory



Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.


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