Featured Poet - Hannah Farber


LITTLE LITTLE GIRL


“Little little girl standing in the mirror

Where did she go

When did I last see her

This little girl has faded away

She's tired of living her everyday game

She looks and doesn't recognize herself

She can't take care of everyone else

She can barely take care of herself

Tears go down her face as she yells

This isn't fair

I am not well

Nothing about her life is normal

She fakes a smile and cries at her mom's funeral

You'd never guess what happens behind closed doors

People used to care

Not so much anymore

She gets attached and then people leave

What a fool she thinks

And I believed when they said they loved me

People say they said goodbye for a reason

Why she asks

And I thought they were a keeper

They said they cared

Then they left

How dare

The good ones leave

And it takes time

But the longer it takes

The longer I die inside

I can't do this

I'm dead

Not yet though

There's still time

And she watches from afar as it flys bye

Too many decisions to make

And to make them I must be awake

My home isn't home since she died

Did I not see the pain inside

I want to hurt her as much as she's hurt me

That's who I am

No body gets I'm doing the best that I can

Well farewell

It's time for me to go

And I'm going to sleep

And I feel my heartbeat

I don't want to feel mine

I want to feel hers

And as time goes by

I hurt and I yell

I want to vanish

To be gone

To be out of my hell

This is the last of me you'll ever see

The realist me I'll ever be

I am ready

I am prepared

And I will forever be out of your hair

I'll be out of my cell

What if it doesn't work

She gets all nervous

Then she remembers

She's never even had a purpose”


DEATH SCARES ME, WHY DIDN’T IT SCARE YOU?


“You

You were clever

Yet I always knew

When you were under the weather

Your smile was manipulative

But I saw your pain

But that night

You know what night I’m referring to

I couldn’t help you

I’m sorry

So sorry

I miss you

Being here with me

I want to be with you

I’m getting closer each day

But death scares me

And it didn’t scare you”


THE STORM THAT DIDN’T SHOW


They often say

There’s a calm before the storm

I have been through many storms

And am currently going through one

Shaking

Waiting for the next shoe to drop

But what if

This time

Is unlike the times before

What if this is

Just

The calm

No storm

No heart break

No death

No despair

No crying to god for help

Just calmness

Peace

One could say

Serenity

I am not sure how it came upon me

But I have a feeling it was

Within me

The whole time

Waiting to be awakened

I will keep it safe

Like a token in my pocket

And on the days of sorrow

I will reflect

And toss my coin

Maybe what I need in life

What I’ve needed to weather the storm

Is not just within reach

But also

Within me

In my heart

And in my soul.


ISN’T LIFE WEIRD


“Isn’t life weird

This past poem was filled with

Pain

Sadness

Longing for life to be over

But today

I’m content

Happy even

To be alive

It’s a blessing

Not a curse

And these are the days that matter the most

My mom will never get these days

But I’m stronger

I’m a fighter

And I’ve fought

So I get rewarded with these days

And boy are they meaningful

The fact that my mom will never feel this way

Is not making me regret this feeling

But is making me feel thankful that she made me stronger then she could ever be

And I thank god that he did not take me

He could have

Many times

And I miss her

Maybe she misses me

I think a part of her does

But I’m proud

Of myself

That’s why I’m writing this

So when this passes

And I’m back to my gloom

I will look back on this

And remember not only is it possible

But it’s within me

And I am not alone

But even if I was

I’m okay

I have me

And I’m not going anywhere”



ABOUT HANNAH

"I’m Hannah, I’m 26 years old. Poetry is an outlet for me. A couple years ago my mom - my best friend -  committed suicide. Two of these poems are about pain, and two of these poems are about hope. I hope this helps someone.