Young Writers Project

I am four

and a self-proclaimed 

hero of bravery.

The plane whirs in my ears,

loud and incessant and monstrous,

but I sit as soundly as I can.

Solemn and stoic,

I’ve never believed in coincidences. The idea that things just happen because they happen has never fallen true in my mind. I’m more of an “everything happens for a reason” type of person.

We were once one

With the trees, a

Cell which would come to

Sprout, to birth, to

Hatch us all: the

Life that breathes

The world, and