2020

Rachel Bradford

My name is Rachel. I’m 24, and I’m from California! I have been writing poetry on and off for most of my life. One day I kinda realized this is all I want, all I need. Writing now is the thing I am most passionate about! 

 I mainly write free-verse poetry but have been recently inspired by lyrical poetry. I hope to implement music into my work further and use it as a powerful background tool to my already established goal of spreading love speaking out on political, environmental, racial, gender-based, and other social issues. 

I also hope to use my space to create a space for other creatives. I’m very interested in collaborating with illustrators, musicians, photographers, and any other types of artists to get more exposure for our work. As well as create something raw and unique! I have written two books that have yet to be released. 

My debut book, “Essentially, Love Poems” (Poems about art that’s inspired me, “love” in a general sense, hate, connection, and the lack thereof.), is set to be released before the end of the year!

2020

The year

melancholic

skies

hung over

the whole world.

I

personally,

have shed enough tears…

So you,

need not to.

My heart has broken

again

and

again.

Im tired

so tired…

Still

I refuse

to rest.

I will hold your hand,

my dear,

until

my bones

become

powder.

2020

The year

that took

everything

from everyone.

It took some of us

away

and

from ourselves.

It took our calm

and gave us

a deafening

silence

as we stayed

restricted

in our

mental

and physical

cages

of confinement.

Within this conflicting time;

a time

of great loss…

It seems

as though,

some of us

found

a great lot.

We lost our minds

but found

truths.

We lost some hopes

but found

our dreams.

We lost some recourses

but found

sustainability

in the important

and intangibles;

love, kindness, family, positivity, etc…

2020

The year

that kicked all our asses collectively.

It sucked

there’s no way around that.

I’m even

in the past tense

referring to it

because

in my mind

it is done.

This year

will be

written about

in

all the history books.

Economists

and scientists

alike

will study this year

and its many impacts for years.

This year

will live on

in infamy

forever

in the hearts and minds

of us all.

thoughts,

Most of the words,

and feelings

elected

to define

this year

will be negative

or colorful curses,

both of which

I’d aggressively agree with.

But my hope

lies

in this simple realization;

2020

is the year

that tried

to drink us to death;

on defeat and depression.

But ah,

my dear,

we

did not let it.

We drank

from our glasses

of bravery.

We drank ‘em empty.

We will drink

and drink—not until we’ve had enough

(We are much too resilient for that)

No,

we will drink

and will stop

only

when 2020

has

nothing

left

to pour.

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