A letter to my Allergies

by Nuriel Rozenberg

You sneak up on me in class and 
arrive at the most inconvenient times
Puffy eyes, 
runny noses, 
random bursts of coughing
I deal with a lot of people 
mistaking me for being sick
The tears in my eyes that form 
at the start of the day 
and continue through the evening
The constant sneezing
the lack of tissue boxes the school has--
it leaves me to scavenge through classrooms.
I would prefer to wake up 
breath, 
energized, 
ready for the day 
like people in commercials.
I did not sign up for the congestion, 
itchy eyes, 
throat irritation
I didn't choose the allergy life
The allergy life 
chose me

Spring

Spring by Kasey Senatore

Your leaves are withered up, my friend.
Your stalk is weak and flimsy.
Your fruit is shriveled up, my friend.
It's clinging to you securely.
The winter has hit you hard,
But the snow around you has just started
To melt away and disappear.
Now it is he time of year,
for growth and repair.
Your fruit will fall and decompose
And your body will disappear,
But you will grow again.