Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
I am a thinker.
I think about big problems in the world and how to fix them.
Like climate change, evolution, the state of humanity as of now.
I write stuff down, half-finished thoughts scribbled, or typed on the page.
I am 15, that's young.
I have just started high school and am experiencing a lot of firsts right now.
Yet at the same time some days feel weird.
Everyday I fight a hidden fight.
you wouldn't know it.
I hide it,
At school,
In class
at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears
of pain
anger
because I have hearing loss.
Comments
What a gorgeous piece. Keep writing
Thank you!
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