Nearsighted
By: Tatyanna Carman When I take off my glasses, Everything is blurry. Words, signs and figures, Farsighted figures falling upward Blurry until you get close enough, Squint enough to see its true form. Because for people like me, Who are nearsighted, need glasses to see things that are far away. And how funny it is when you take them off, Your whole perspective changes. Things now clear are blurry And things that once were blurry and now clear A paradox for the naked eye. When you think about it, Everyone needs glasses, To see distorted images for what they really are. Without my glasses I was a blind as a bat with blindfold on his face, Which really didn’t help me in the 4th grade. I remember touching that smooth shiny plastic and pressed up to my nose And saying “I can finally see” This brought my mother to tears And couldn’t believe her ears To think she would hear her daughter say that she couldn’t see. I could finally grasp the smallest dust particles in the air But it took me a while to differentiate a stare and a glare. My eyes were headlights, high beams through the soupy fog of denial. My rose colored glasses turned more transparent. I thought seeing things blurry was normal, But it's not. It's not normal to mistake distortion for reality It is not normal to believe illusions Except these illusions aren’t like silly mirrors or clowns in a circus. They are abuse, discrimination, ignorance And list goes on and on. People think it’s normal to see these things And mistake it for reality. Saying that’s just how the world works. Something minor. Something a part of life. We think we know what’s in front of our faces, Until it’s in front of our faces, And deny and repress the truth That’s right in front of our faces. Our prescriptions aren’t strong enough. Our eyes aren’t open. So open your eyes. Buy some brand new glasses thicker than a sirloin steak. Don’t fall for it. I need glasses to see things that are far away and up close. And you need them too. Tatyanna is a senior at Franklin High School. She has a passion for writing all types of literature.
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Nobody To Come- Isabella Ciccone
I was screaming in open space But no one hears me I was trapped in a box, In my own little world Always thinking that I was alone Thinking I’m not special And that that was just the truth My ears bleed out of nothing For I am my own destruction I wasn’t a golden ray of sunshine I tried banging on the walls But nobody heard me The tears of my broken heart, They drown me with such force Nobody cared and no one would Silence, that’s what I am And that’s what people keep me in here for To label me as a poison and put me in my place I should’ve never believed them Look where that took me to I was made to be broken, My silence to awaken But no one was there to hear it Nobody was to come Isabella is a senior at Franklin High School. She enjoys writing, reading, and theater. For You, An Ocean- Isabella Ciccone
How would you ever find me? If I’m the light and you choose to stay in darkness Why not breathe the same air? To stay connected, to stay afloat And yet here we are, you turning away from me I try, I try but the words never come to surface As my mind is an ocean, my words get lost at sea Though the words may never come The thoughts always will For you, an ocean of compliments and encouragements For you, I would wait For you, I will come to love Isabella is a senior at Franklin High School. She enjoys writing, reading, and theater. |
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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