It was energizing to sit and write with these kids.
We wrote to prompts. All the things we cannot say, and Growing up Vineyard...
And we wrote our interpretations of our favorite songs.
Here's a sample of writing from one of our young writers Delilah Quinones.
Depression, wanting to escape,
can you really leave,
will it follow you, hunt you down?
The weight on your shoulders
flying through the sky
finally feeling free
landing in your own neverland,
The darkness not being able to get to you
Shadows creeping up on you
the blue sky turning gray
it found you...
cause it always will.
And here's one by Cesca Robinson
A narrow path shoveled clear, not one snow flake to slip on. Its been this way for miles, no scratches or bumps, so many have walked the same road, but I keep tripping, sometimes my foot is interrupted by a rolling boulder, too big, the road becomes too steep.
Had everyone come here too, on this path?
Did they get past?
Teens hold a fragility of life that we want to cradle... without saying a word. And writing lets the expression flow.