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