New Me

I never took the time, to change the world
Always thinking about
The path ahead
What I may face
And how my life might change
When I should be focusing
On the present
The unjust in our society
Litter that covers our planet
People in poverty
Who need our help
I should be thinking not me…
But we.
How our every move
Affects the world to which we live
Finally,
The fog has been lifted
Move aside world,
Make way for the new me.

 
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Whitney

VT

17 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Whitney

    Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns

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  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 

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  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.

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