IceGalaxy

it is 5 am,
too early to get up
but too late to go back to sleep.

my sheets are cold.

it is 5:30 am,
too early to go outside
but too late to stay inside.

my hands are cold. 

it is 6 am

there is no war,
only a conflict every so often
because wildfires give birth to live
as much as it takes it away.
In my dreams
everyone loves everyone,
and people finally recognize
that love is love

Hello, America. 
It's been a while.
I guess things have cooled down
a little? You seem to be
doing better; have your
wounds healed?
Wait.
Forget I said that.
Your wounds aren't
healing; new ones pop up

after my hockey game
which we lost by 7 goals
i went home,
stared out my window. 
i have a collection of trees
that live outside my front door
and i stared at them, 
silently demanding answers to 

I am fourteen years old
And my life has changed
For better or for worse.
Though, in all honesty,
Aren’t all changes good changes?
I want to think so,
But I can’t anymore.
 
I don’t have a family.

if you remember me
but i'm scared of the answer. 
i want to ask
what you think of me
but i'm scared of that answer too. 
i want to ask
if you ever loved me
but i'm scared of that answer as well.