Magnus Grace

"we all have our 'i peeled my orange today' stories."

bright letters fill my screen.

i'm pondering if i should message you,

or just let you be.

i give in;

does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?

Our end is bittersweet,

some look down in defeat, 

while others raise their fists in victory.

Some of us may cry when we wave goodbye, 

some may smile with a twinkle in their eye.

A little girl looked up to the sky 

“So big and far away, it’s like that, why? 

I don’t know why you are 

The way that you are 

Find your footing on the ground 

Solid, like you know who you are 

Watch it soar through the sky 

Like a broken piece of the sun 

Shooting up past the stars 

Do the penguins care

about the one with orange beaks, an extra stripe? 

Do the giraffes mind 

that his neck is longer, that she has less spots? 

Because the humans do,