“Self-Portrait as a Trampoline, or the Six-Month Anniversary of my Daughter’s Birth”
– a Jeffrey McDaniel poem
“Self Portrait as a Rock”
Fiction. Based on a True Coming of Age.
By Nikki Wicz
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character, or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
Trigger Warning: our program often motivates people to discuss their trauma. If you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, please, take a step back to address emotional flashbacks and trauma before continuing to push yourself. If you are experiencing a medical emergency, call 911 or the National Suicide Hotline at (1-800) 273-8255.
My skin shines in sunlight,
Silver like naivete.
Freckles of dirt– like wonder–
Have half buried me in the ground.
Some day a fist will wrap itself around me
And skip me over curious waters.
But I will land, stagnant again,
At the lake bottom of content.
I am coaxed into smoothness
By years of unchanging voices.
But not even these loud waters
Can stop the growth of algae
That sits on my skin.