I want to collide with this storm,
so that it'll break me into pieces,
And I can take those pieces of me
to form me again.
I want to fight with those clouds,
so that they'll shower on me
with their heavy rain,
And I can cry until I find my voice back,
with a new voice inside me.
I want to grab the lightning wave,
so that its current waves
run from my blood to veins,
shaking me,
Until I find that faith and hope of light in me.
I want to fly high in the space,
so that it'll snatch all of my breath from me,
And when I return to earth,
I could breathe those layers of earth
that bring back my breath,
and new lungs would form.
I want to stand on the sharpest edge of the earth,
on my feet,
So that when it digs inside me,
the grief that my throat holds
shall come out with that scream.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
PoetryInk and Rhyme: A Teenage Poet's Diary invites you to join me on a heartfelt journey through life's emotional landscape. This collection captures the essence of fleeting childhood memories, the soothing comfort of rainy days spent gazing out the wind...
