Up north

Waking before the sun

Walking the long dark driveway

Climbing on the all too familiar yellow bus

Its only consolation is it’s out of the wind

The ride is long

That ride to school

In the depths of winter

Here up north

Sixty minutes of solitude

Sixty minutes of invisibility

Replaced with eight hours of invisibility

Here up north

Where if you aren’t “in” you are out

Where you can disappear in the back

Where you are only visible to be picked on


Here up north

Where days drag on in the dark of winter

Where another long bus ride ends only to be replaced with another the next day

Where someone new can fit in

But those of us who never did never will

Here up north

More memories of hate for those who don’t see you

Than memories of laughter

Except when it was at your expense

Memories that fade over time

Yet can be resurrected at a moment’s notice

Reminding you of what you were

What everyone thought you couldn’t be

Stuck in the dark of winter

Up north


About ynnarie

Lynn Salisbury grew up in the rural town of McGrath, Minnesota. After graduating from McGregor High School in the mid 1980’s, she moved to the Twin Cities. Lynn spent her 20’s and 30’s working like the average person, never imagining the calling that awaited her. But those two decades of working, learning, growing, led to the day a friend challenged Lynn to write. Lynn met that challenge and never looked back. Now she draws from her life’s experiences and creative mind to weave stories. Stories about different worlds, different lives, different perspectives. If you ask her about her life, Lynn will tell you it’s been rather simple and sometimes boring. But if you dig a little deeper you will find that it’s been a bit more exciting than that. Lynn has done everything from designing clothes ranging from prom and wedding dresses to drag queen attire and everything in-between, became a registered, ordained Pagan minister in the state of Minnesota, to creating a group, on a social media site, of fans devoted to her favorite football team that has more members than most medium sized towns. Lynn still lives in the Twin Cities area, enjoying the changing seasons, spending time with family, working, and writing. She will admit she hasn’t found her genre niche yet, and she secretly hopes she never does, leaving the possibilities wide open for any type of story that formulates in her head, mixed with a bit of muse inspiration, to spill out into the written word. She writes what she would want to read, having taken to heart a piece of advice she once heard. And she feels blessed and grateful for the chance to share her stories with the world. As the mother of three amazing, beautiful and strong daughters, Lynn knows that even when the world seems the darkest, they are her light. And she never forgets what an honor and privilege it is to be their mother. “If you haven’t had your ‘a-ha’ moment today, you haven’t been paying attention.” – Lynn Salisbury
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