The Captain In Purple I recently started carrying it, No more than eight days after the accident. It occurred so fast, And now the time is on my back. The bell rings and I head to class, Carrying our lives with me. Much like a kangaroo carries its young, Tucked deep down in a pouch left unopened. At least till a light is seen in this damp cave. This neon purple bag I wear, Lugged around like the shell of a turtle, And I the legs. It shines like a lightbulb, As you shine on in the starry sky. No longer are you with me, Merely you are the weight found inside this pack. A reminder, A captain who keeps me on track. (In memory of Breanna Tile - 2/11/14)
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