FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Multicoloured buggies

Brightly coloured chalks, 

An endless trail of sweet talkers

Encouraging me to walk. 

Standing was easy, walking is hard

What’s harder is not knowing if I can get that far. 

Crisp, white and beige walls, 

I’m waiting to see if I can finger-paint them. 

Mum’s eye is on me so probably not. 

Don’t send me to preschool I’m all you’ve got! 

I don’t have many friends, making them is hard. 

What’s harder is not knowing if I can get that far.

I earned my handwriting pen today 

All joined up letters 

Challenging my best friend 

to see if she can join them better. 

The teacher keeps telling me off, telling me getting to secondary is hard

What’s harder is not knowing if I can get that far. 

I lost all of my friends 

revision is causing so much strain

I argued through another year

Most of my friends came back again

Exams are approaching

bringing a growing cloud of pain. 

Dragging through year eleven, heavy on my brain. 

I don’t much like it here, and getting to this point was hard. 

But I do wish I could go back and promise me I would get this far.

Erin Lobb

Horsham