Reaching and grabbing,
Anxious to share the day's events
Towering above like cackling skyscrapers as I rushed by.
Leaves whipped around my feet
Playing chase, darting in and out with hardly a notice that I existed,
While birds shared their favorite songs -
If only I understood the lyrics.
Flags flapped ferociously with a sudden gust of wind,
Their half-staff posture, a grim reminder of who sacrificed the most.
The sound they made?
Gloved hands clapping heartfelt praise.
The wind howled its stark warning,
I was the outcast here.
Time to go inside,
The outside belonged to them,
Jeanne Radigan began storytelling and writing poetry as a young child, much to the annoyance of her older brother and sister. She grew up to find a more captive and eager audience as a teacher, which she has been for 25 years. She struggles with anxiety and depression among other issues and wishes to reach out to others with the same. Her goal is to shine light on mental health and let others know there is no shame in asking for help. Her poetry is an outlet for her emotional well-being. She is currently working on her memoir called Kiss Your Monster. It deals with raw, hard issues using wit and sass. She hopes to finish it before she dies.