Emulation

By: Lizzie Reezay

I wrote this in 2012 in my Creative Writing class, my Senior year of high school.  It won an award in the Scholastics Art & Writing Competition and I used a prose version of it for my college applications.

 

 A screaming thought—



so loud that the only way to continue breathing



is to release it



onto paper. 



 


Curves and dashes



and lines of ink



form words



and sentences and paragraphs 



that blur into the notebook. 


 

  I freeze my thoughts,



listening to the creation:



A piece of my identity.



When someone reads it,



a piece of me is shared.



 


Giving and taking,



Inspiration is my lifeline.



Songs and novels and films and



people and experiences



feed that inspiration.

 

The tint of the sky

and the beat of the rain

and the way strangers walk

and street names,

and whispered conversations

feed that inspiration.

 

I run outside,

feel the pavement;

it’s rough

And it scrapes

against my bare feet.

 

I step in front of 



an open window, 



Close my eyes 



And imagine 



I’m somewhere else. 



 

 

My characters become



my friends and family. 



Their story lines, 



A different life. 

 



 

Held-back tears 



Spontaneous lies 



And unspoken words 



are emulated through them. 


  


 

It’s my second chance



My stage to perform 



The way I inspire



But I breathe 



through writing.

 

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