Lauren Lee Mitchell

writer | slam poet | speaker

U N S H A K E A B L E

This is an excerpt from a piece I'm working on for the Beltway Slam. 
Part one of living life like an open book. Being open about trauma. And being ok with that. Family is what is supposed to sustain you through anything that shakes your world, but for me, it's always been the cause of the shaking. 

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D E C E M B E R

Today an avalanche of memories

came to visit me disguised as a snowflake

landing on the bridge of my nose.

 

I could shudder from the cold; greet the frigid

air with a furrowed brow, hurrying inside to the

 

calming comfort of Grandma’s essential oils ft.

sugar cookies baking in the oven.

 

Instead, I find myself facing

outwards at December,

Looking for traces of you.

 

Burying myself into a sweatshirt of yours

that I should’ve thrown away

last year.

 

Using my bare feet to find puddles

of tears where your snowy boots left footprints

on my porch.

 

Holding onto thoughts of you

like Christmas, I finally

 

admit to myself:

 

Your lights

are still up

in my yard.