Posted in 2018-2019, November 2018, Poetry

Brother

By Gracie Hastings

I’ve grown to know you as a role model.
A silent, intelligent being.
I’ve never seen you cry.

Maybe your eyes have built barriers
to stop
the flow
of teardrop hurt

and your skin has turned to concrete
to suppress any
flush
of weakness.

I don’t believe that you’re careless.

Behind your clouded expression
you are trying to make sense of
the complicated while I
am trying to make sense of your silence.

I want to understand the different ways
in which we hold ourselves together.

You’ve locked your vulnerability
somewhere out
of reach
from other presences.

And I’ve stored my weakness
in the ballpoint of my pen.

Author:

Post Script is a magazine written, edited, and produced by the Creative Writing Department of Barbara Ingram School for the Arts. Through our articles, stories, poems, and the occasional lifehack, we have shared some of the things most important to us. There is a remarkable diversity of talent to be found in our students and their work, and we are unified by a common respect for that diversity. The editors and writers that make Post Script possible don’t have an end goal in sight, but instead a vision of a magazine that allows us to explore, learn, and grow. We have ventured into a new medium for self-expression and self-reflection, and hope that our art and the effort that went into this project will encourage, engage, and enlighten readers of all backgrounds.

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