Amalie@kua

Flowers

poems

are the souls

of long-forgotten flowers.

Whispers

poems

Dear five-year-old me,

you are in kindergarten right now.

You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -

or maybe you already have.

Either way, remember to be kind to her.

I love being a girl 

but I hate what it took

for me to be able to go to school

for me to know I will be able to vote

for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older

remember the first time you stood on a stage

a vivid spotlight flickering down on you,

as you opened your mouth and started to sing?

remember the first time you stepped into dance class

lacing on your pink ballet shoes,

The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.

Melodies are like a cloudless sky,

sometimes gliding into your head

and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an

Umbrella of fear,