December 1, 2023

We were on an island

amidst a sea of people.

Hosting the goers

and late to the party.

The silence grew thick;

tension built quick.


Gesturing, “What is this?!”

Wildly flailing my limbs,

finally taking up space

I didn’t have to earn.

Taking up space I deserve.


And he had the nerve

to stay silent as if

committing perjury–

committing a crime–

risking it all too quick

not having anything

up his sleeve.

Every good magician’s got his last trick.


I’ve hit the bottom of the well,

and I can tell this house will

never be Home.

It’s cold and hollow,

an ego trip to follow,

around the same old

path in the hollow.


It’s a never-ending loop

that I can’t seem to shake.

Can we slow down the race?

Not a pause; just pump the brakes.


Kailani Norwell is an amateur writer. She writes for the love of writing. It is her sincerest form of expression—a way to put her wide-ranging ideas and life experiences into something cohesive. As a clinical therapist, she helps others find, listen to, and use their voice. And her writing is her voice. The world as she experiences it is her inspiration, and her love of personal flair fuels her style. She doesn’t think she’s to write the next great American novel, but she’s to write something. Stay curious.



Featured Image by Jessie McCall.