December.<3

The first poem written officially for a class - well, the first REQUIRED poem written for a class, that is.

frozen underfoot, the satisfying crunch
of dead leaves wakens my hearing
crisp and curled, moved by the wind
in no direction as i head towards
the bus stop, it's a tuesday, my
day already feels heavy, worn out

the cage of the classroom can't
contain my imagination as sunshine
spills over onto my papers and clouds
drift back to uncover a lack of artistic
quality, teachers buzzing in the background
until the bell rings and ends my fantasy

feeling light and buoyant, crunching
more dead leaves as i walk back home
the wind whips my hair in my face
punishing me for standing upright
the stairs disappear under eager
bounces and the key lets me inside

darkness welcomes me when the door slams
shut i shake my head and find
my brother, early from school, sitting
with red-rimmed eyes and his phone
on his thigh, and he tells me my enemy
has been awarded custody today - we lost.

Author's Note

The custody I refer to is of my half-siblings. People were confused as to who was being fought over.