By Jemma Emele
I stand here,
in front of the mirror
of the bathroom
in my friends house
and I look at myself
and through the window
the sun shines in rays
of little light
and I find it again
after seven years
of having misplaced it,
it’s right under my tongue,
intermittently seen
but always warm and
dissolving,
and I am not going
to try
to describe what it feels
like any longer
than this
because there are no
final, whole words
for an embracement,
a song,
a slight change in the wind.
Tomorrow I will roam
the world,
steady pain in my side,
steady hope,
tomorrow I go,
today I have
arrived.
Jemma E. is a nineteen year old writer from Germany. She currently works at a rehab facility for people struggling with addiction, she writes poems in the staff room in her breaks.