I stand on the ledge
of this green balcony.
What is below?
I cannot see.
All I know
is that when I fall
Everyone will not be watching me.
They will be watching random girls in society
with cancer, or butterfly disease.
Or maybe even
watching pointless sports on their televisions.
What is happening to this world?
When strangers who are already dead,
or stories that have yet to be told,
have become more important than the beauty of that around you?
Get off of your stupid electronic lives!
Open up your eyes!
Can't you see what we've become?
Strangers to the nature that is more beautiful than anything.
Strangers to Mother Nature.
Strangers to me.
So when I fall,
I don't want to become some story that you all read about.
If I fall,
I want you, the world, the universe,
to catch me
for once.
Is that too much to ask for?
Apparently it may be.
Because I've fallen
off of the green, green balcony,
filled with life,
vibrancy,
Illiterate yet beautiful sounds to my ear.
Away from all you're missing,
and finally,
into the deep blue and unwelcoming arms of society.
All because you never caught me.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey
PoetryIt's kinda just a journey through the eyes of one girl fighting to get out of the unwelcoming arms of society and back into the green balcony of herself.