Written by an 11 year old me

If I were the sky
I'd wreathe myslef in crumbling sunsets
every night.
So that even the people
who'd lived through the worst day
would have something to smile at.

If I were a color
I'd be changing constantly.
Into shades
no one else has seen.
Eventually though, 
I'd match with somebody.

If I were a story
hopefully you wouldn't be able to put me down.
Hopefully you'd find me intriguing
and want to keep reading.
And
I wouldn't have an ending.

If I were a flower
I'd be a nasturtium.
Slightly
peculiar and pretty and edible
with a peppery spicy finish.

I am not any of these things
and yet 
while I am all of these things
I am completely me.
I write my own story
with my own sky
and I will never
ever back down.