Empty
By: Avalina Andrew
I threw words at an empty canvas
They can’t be read clearly
I collected my tears in an empty jar
And used them for my ink
I sat down in an empty chair
To try to stop and think
But slowly I have realized
The empty one is me
Writer's Statement: My name is Avalina Andrew. I'm a junior in high school who's new to creative writing but passionate about it. These pieces were inspired by the emotions and confusion you feel as a teenager.