Together.

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Together is the sight of three,
Sunlight and yellow, warmth and glee.
A blinding sight that has yet to blind me,
but oh did that triplet of flesh and bones inspire me.

I saw her first, a beauty in black and white,
near the doors of a room
that soon after became a constant presence that looms.
And she whispered: “Don’t fright.”
“Don’t fright. The light will gather in a slight
and soon the roses shall always be in bloom.”

Next came the beauty in a dress colored blue,
She held her camera to the door and I could tell she was nervous,
but obviously excited too.
She held a bag full of bracelets that made us all delighted,
and as she took the photo of the stuttering mess
I knew I was despite my tries at being earnest,
I remember thinking “What a wonderful dress!”

Little did I know that when the shutters close one last time,
when my breakdowns are longer “I am fine.”
and when Morgana is a place to confine
and my fears are no longer sidelined
that she’d be my own shoreline,
and that I’d be thinking �“What a fucking bless!”

He, the confident Batman dressed in a suit,
so elegant and suave, with a smile that seems to beam.
A superhero, disguised as a human in pursuit
of everything that he dares to dream.
I recall enthusiasm, think Peter Parker meeting Tony Stark
then double by a thousand so you’ll have a glimpse
of the juniors knight in shining armour.

He says he wasn’t all that jazz back as a middle schooler,
he says he wasn’t as much of a charmer or a pinnacle of humor,
but I refuse to believe he wasn’t always this precious jewel,
or think of him as anything that isn’t quite this cool.

Together is the sight of three,
a journey of a seed that’s somehow turned into a tree.
All, a constant star, a-shining bright.
A talk of love, fears, hopes and loss,
emotions, dreams, stories of “othering” and us.

70 leaves of Mahogany,
each on a branch that holds them steady,
strengthened by a bond un-wavered by all.
Be it heat or be it cold,
be it rain or be it drought,
be it lava or be it snow,
the unity of the three roots will always fight them all.

Together is the sight of three,
2 girls and a boy in front of seventy three (73),
gathered around in a room that, for some reason, is called a C-P.
We try not to cry because we know the fears will no longer make us hinder,
and with the help of those friends,
It’ll never make us glow even slightly dimmer.
And the spirit of Juniors’19,
of the loud and passionate teens,
sitting here in CP Sixteen (16),
will never, ever not linger.

Together is the sight of three,
a saving grace, a miracle just for me.
Together is the sight of three,
everything and everyone I ever hope to be.”

Juniors’19
17.10.2018 – forever.T