Zemira

I have always thought about the future a lot

It was always college

And ivy league goals

And 4.0 GPAs

And all night study sessions

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

The wind grows stronger,

Near and near.

I can hear it whistling,

Past my ear.

It fills the sails,

And steadies my steer.

What a joyous moment,

The wind is here!

The world goes on.

Continuing its orbit around the sun.

While we live in our miniature universe. 

With our miniature problems. 

When I turned five, I wished for new Barbies.

So I could play pretend on the playground.

When I turned eight, I wished for new slime.

So I could make big slime bubbles with my friends.

Poetry is my way of expression.

I have recently discovered this.

A way to say my thoughts with intention.

It makes my mind empty but full of bliss.

Poetry is my new obsession.