ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

We were rising.

With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —

Those with knotted breath and clasped hands 

Weaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —

Child, your future is best left unspoiled, so I may be too vague, or not vague enough. Don’t be afraid of  the contents within this letter . . .

5 years ago I was in 5th grade 

My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh 

I was too scared to laugh after that 

Her cream white color has started to fade,

Even for gold, she is something I wouldn’t trade.

Stitches burned away by the fire known as love, 

Flowers

poems

are the souls

of long-forgotten flowers.

Whispers

poems