I keep hearing that the grass is greener on the other side
I keep seeing peoples dreams subside over time
Like the unsettled dust in the morning before the storm
Why do my parents and my teachers feel the need to warn?
Is it really so cold out in the world
That I won't be able to find joy and I should mourn?
Why do I keep hearing be careful what I wish for?
Is it really so empty in the world I won't be able to find a single spec of gold?
Why do the elders and the preachers teach
How many ears does their warnings reach?
Should I live in fear every time I walk down the street?
Should I watch my weight and be careful what I eat?
Or Should I learn to love and find my own stories to leave
When I grow old and I'm the one to preach
I don't want to live in a cage or prison
I want to be as vast as the oceans
I want to change like the tides
I want the freedom to learn, love, and close my eye's.
One day we will leave this restless kingdom
One day we will live in total freedom.
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"In my Memories" Poetry for (#WATTY'S 2019)
ŞiirMy Poetry I'm submitting for the poetry award in the 2019 Watty awards. This is all deeply personal to me, and I'm taking a step out of my comfort zone to share this with you. I hope you can connect to it, Come read my memories.
