A POEM BY MY SISTER <3:
dew drips from a leaf
a leaf that a little caterpillar walks on
it will soon be transformed
into a majestic pollinator
its climbs to a branch on a small tree
there, it starts making a cocoon
somehow it knows just what to do
it settles in wrapping itself up
it stays in there for weeks
then one day
it emerges
little does the creature know
that he's now changed into
something very different
Posted in response to the challenge Grown.
When I clear my mind
I just push you down deeper
into my core
until I just can't tell the difference
between thinking you and feeling you
now you have become part of me
and I'm tired of falling
I lived in a world where outer beauty is the only kind that people see. I’d rather observe it from a rocking chair at the library back home, bearing down on an incredibly scripted work of art.
I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again.
I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand
and feeling the wind whipping at my face,
turning the tip of my nose pink,
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