by Madison Helbig
Hair like pinwheels from the constant twirling,
hands crumpling my pockets.
I promise you I haven’t given up
on learning to love myself.
I threw away all of my sheet masks, unfollowed every
Instagram page exclaiming
Happiness is a choice.
I instead raided my brain’s lost and found
and found myself tossing a kite
towards the trees. I don’t want to be
a piece of bright plastic
on a dingy string, waiting for something
to sweep me away.
I want to be the wind.
About the Author
Madison Helbig (she, her, hers) is pursuing her MFA through the NEOMFA program. After getting a degree in education, she found herself drawn back to Akron. Her work centers around femininity, the journey to self love, and overall just trying to make the prepubescent version of herself proud. If she's not writing, you'll find her screaming along to songs in her car.