Jan 21

Time Capsule of Jan 2020

I wrote this poem for my younger brother, he's turning eleven today, I'm so proud of him.

Inhale as you listen to the heartbeat of the world.
Be quiet, if you are hiding, do not make noise.
Listen to me now, I do not care if you are loud.

Hold hands with the floor as she tips her angle,
breathe in the trees while you still can,
become courageous in the lion's roar,
do not throw at stone at your reflection.

Marvel at the fact that you are living.
You breathe air.
You walk upon the earth.
You feel.

Marvel at the fact that you can see.
This world unfolded out before you.
Brightness and color,
surrounding your body.
You have dreams.

Marvel at the fact that you have hands.
You can bend them,
make beautiful things with them,
cradle with them,
outstretch them.

Now become delirious with the fact that you are breathing.
Air is flowing in and out of your lungs.
That in it's self, is a miracle.
You breathe through your nose,
feel it pass through your body,
and out again.

There is more of this world than you can possibly understand
and there is too much of you for this world to possibly know.
Now exhale as you listen to the heartbeat of the world,
it is you.
About the Author: fire girl
" to choose to write is to reject silence" - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie