Katie Polanco

Days like today,  I see myself as a rose.  Soft petals, red thorns.    If I let myself be picked, I hope I am treated well.  I wouldn’t want to...

Age led me to believe That young love is bittersweet.  From the first hug to the first kiss,  Moments too sweet to miss.    Awkward glances across the room, Hoping...

She marches on without her spirit’s guide In a world divided by people’s pride.  We fight for a cause that is hard to attain,  That will only...

Piles of mush, once icy white  Now discolored and soft  Resting on the field.  Where is the cold fortress?   Dreadful moments in the snow, Numb fingers and a red...