Writing

To have hope is to have a crown,

A pendant of confidence,

An oath to a future.

Hope is beautiful,

Occupies the minds of many

poetry is false

and i am fake, 

the world is spinning 

on an invisible axel

and i am screaming 

at the top of my lungs

out into darkness

with no one to hear me

Lady Liberty,

Standing tall,

Signifying freedom,

Yet we’ve lost it all.

Your copper figure

Has shifted to a remarkable green,

In early days, the hearth still glowed,

With laughter rich and voices clear,

The windows whole, the garden sowed,

A haven calm and free of fear.

We built our towers high and bright,

But lost the world to fire and pride.

We claimed to chase the truth and light,

Yet left our forged wisdom behind.

you were always a constant to me.

there was a book in the back of our classroom

tucked between crates of other, more important tomes

it had a picture of you on the cover and i read it almost every day