The Irony behind Healing
BY: Claira Humphrey, Kingsley High School
Sometimes life grabs you by the balls and you just want to lash out.
Get in fights.
And hope that one day someone will hit you hard enough that you forget the pain in your gut,
Because it's easier to spit out teeth and blood and get back up with scraped knees;
Than it is to constantly try and piece my life back together again.
Smoke and drink;
And hope that destroying my liver and lungs,
Will make the pain in my gut and the lack of breath make more sense,
Because emotions shouldn't make me feel like my insides are rotting.
Endure physical pain,
And hope others finally understand;
Because a scraped knee,
A broken bone,
Is more comprehensible than the fact that my life is shred to pieces,
So tear away my body.
Let me rot.
Leave me bloody and broken.
Because physical means makes so much more sense,
Than a heartbreak caused by nothing in particular.
It’s so much easier to ice a swollen jaw,
Than it is to mend something invisible to the eye.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Claira is a senior at Kingsley High School. She grew up in Traverse City until she was 13, when she moved to California where she lived for the next 4 ½ years. She is happy to be have moved back home in August. When Claira is not writing, she can be found at home with her family, working, or spending time with her boyfriend. She is looking forward to her future in Kingsley as well as with writing.