Fish In A Tree

by Lynda Mullaly Hunt

I should be used to this, but it still takes a piece out of me every time.

wonder what it would be like to be able to relax at school and not have to worry every second of every minute.

Sometimes a person will do just about anything for a wish to come true.

Even when I do something right, I feel like I’ve done something wrong. If I were a coin, I’d be a wooden nickel.

In this world of words, sometimes they just can’t say everything.

I guess maybe “I’m having trouble” is not the same as “I can’t.”

my reading differences were like dragging a concrete block around every day, and how I felt sorry for myself. Now I realize that everyone has their own blocks to drag around. And they all feel heavy.