Family Sorrow

• Rachele Murphy, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

As I sit and watch people move around me I feel something spread through me like a disease, my throat was dry and it was hard to swallow, my veins were trying to break free from my skin. Sudden jolts of weakness over came my muscles. I realized my stomach was quivering. It wasn’t my body telling me that I was ill but telling me to curl my back into a an arch bring my legs to my chest and cry my distress away. Distress of me being lonely and sad. Making me wanting to imagine that I was where my family was. I did not move from my position until my last tear had been shed, my legs stretched outward and my back into a straight state. It was only then that when I soothed my mind and had authority to my tears, I knew that I wasn’t lonely, I was just hurt to think that my missing my family had a bigger pull on me then what I expected. To know that when I was unsettled they would be the one to hold me close into a tight embrace and coo me back to myself while, when I was alone there was no one there except me and my tears . . .