Read Poetry: Beginnings Middles and Ends: Unspoken Stories of One Story, by Sarah dlr

Beginning. 

 

Her eyes.

Dark blue borders the sea green within 

and they begin to flood as her voice tries to sing

And I was told my cries calmed as she rocked me asleep, 

And that’s the story I heard when he told me she loved me. 

 

End.

 

 

Beginning.

 

Seventeen years old. 

He walks me to class with his hand in mine, 

And we talk about life and people and time,

How numbers and minutes control the path that we make, 

And how unofficial rules dictate the risks that we take. 

This strange feeling of nauseousness

That brings sickness with a high, 

a weird state of consciousness, 

I feel it for the first time, 

A little more than puppy love, 

A little less than true love. 

Two years and almost one month.

 

End.

 

 

Beginning.

 

Alcohol does not taste good. 

In a basement…