When the years no longer tally
Against my vulnerable back,
When the thoughts no longer pour
Out of this shaky right hand
And out of poor attempted verbalizations,
Will I turn to the sky.
One of the very few things I can relate to.
The stars I fell in love with,
The galaxies Ive never seen
That comforted me through tough times.
I will cling to the flames
Sending me to the heavens,
Add me to the mystery
That lies above our eyes,
Above our inquisitive heads.
I will become small.
No one will know how I looked any longer.
No one will know my items.
They will know my personality
And the thoughts I did share
That still residues in their minds.
So what does it matter what happens
To this old worn body?
I want to be spread along the land
Become one with the world.
My ashes mending to the earths soul.
Becoming building blocks
For the world to grow on.
I want my words to help the world change.
I want my ashes to live
So, I can see it happen,
See the world change.
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Chevron Notebook
PoetryA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
