Thursday
Every morning I
wake, telling myself, Today,
You will be happy.
Friday
“Architect of my
Own injury.” Could that be
me? Could that be me?
Saturday
The library. Noise.
Slurping cups of tea, nibbling
biscuits. Then, silence.
Sunday
It’s important to
Say the things that go unsaid.
We will be okay.
—By Katherine M., 16, London