By Mary Kathryn Cook
I’m the cloud that floats you up to the stars.
You’re the anchor that keeps me tethered.
I pull harder up,
And you pull harder down.
Your hands are raw and burned,
And I’m beginning to choke.
Let me go, I’ll let you be.
Because all we are doing,
Is causing each other misery.
Mary Kathryn Cook is a junior at St. Edward’s University double majoring in English and Catholic Studies. Poetry has always interested her from the time she was a little girl and her father read her “Mother Goose: Fairy Tale Rhymes” before bed. Presently she enjoys reading Anne Sexton, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Tony Ciampa, Emily Barret Browning, and Edgar Allan Poe.
Photo by Cassidy Prince
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