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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jessica Sabo


Category 5

On the day of our final goodbye,
I became another former thing – former
ballerina, former beloved, former thing
now of no use. I discarded years of inner
fight and in its place stood futility. There
was a fear swallowed from childhood
and I had proven the bullies right.
Much in the same way, you and I were
born from a collective need larger than
ourselves. We were something to remember.
Something dependent. I feel that for years
there was no use for us, and yet we continued
to cling – a tattered kite in a never-ending storm;
strong threads with nothing to ground them.