The Looking Glass Volume 40 | Page 67

Punching Bag

Mia Arias

I was always there to lend a hand. 

An ear, 

To listen to the worries and horrors life hurled at you. 

I thought my gifts were good enough peacemakers;

you didn't have to throw a punch. 

Which led to more,

3 to 4 a day.

Over the weekends I can heal

but the minute we are face to face there’ll be 

cracking knuckles, 

angry faces,

and you shouting for release.

Freedom,

while punching your bag. 

Music Means the World to Me

Nikaura Santana Abrue

Music means the world to me

The waves of music

Dancing through my ears

Like grass dances

When the wind hits it

The way the music pumps so hard in my earphones

It can be heard miles away

Bump, bump, bump

The rhythm 

Is my heartbeat

The lyrics 

Flow through my veins

And because it’s now part of me

Music will always mean the world to me