Prize Poetry

Letter After a Time #3

by a young woman, age 14

This is a letter to someone important to me who died.
This is a letter to M.

Here’s something I never told you while you were alive…
I really love you, you mean so much to me, and I will never forget you.

Many times, since you’ve been gone, I’ve thought about…
How things could be different, that it was my fault that you died, why can’t you stay, or why you couldn't have stayed for just a little while longer.

Here’s what’s new in my life…
Apparently I’m a lot like you, maybe it’s because I grew up with you as a father figure, I don’t know. I’m upset a lot and fight with Mum a lot. I hate it, but we both get frustrated so easily and take it out on each other. I'm in year 9 now, and I’m probably failing. I just find it too hard to go to school. Every time I walk into a class room I have an anxiety attack, it’s horrible. I stop myself from going because I think that if people get to know me they'll start to tease/bully me again, just like they did at my last school.

When I dream sometimes I imagine…
You will turn up at my door, or call me, or I'll run into you on the street, or that I go back in time and save you.

It’s amazing to look ahead in my life and think…
that you won’t be there.


Other "Honorable Mention" Recipients, July 2013
You Don't Know Me
Lessons of Courage and Fear