|21 Aspiring Poet Bright hearted Introverted; in need of “pen pals” 😊 looking for feedback on my work and like minded people 🌙|
(This is a letter to myself in an unconventional prose format. I’m turning 21 tomorrow, and feeling inspired)
1. I just wanted to tell you
that it’s okay….
to celebrate yourself.
not just today, but every day
2. So, age 20 hit you in the head
It was vast, and sudden
The year became a whirlwind,
a fever dream and you’re still dizzy from all of it’s damage.
You’re still healing.
And It’s okay.
3. At 21, you won’t know your place. You won’t know the world,
Because with every new year, the world feels just the tiniest bit different,
4. And change has been both the cuffs and the keys
5. And it is still okay
My skin burns
As I dead the flame,
And for a moment
I am nothing but
Covered in ash
The tone of my
Heart fades a little
I want to drape
My fears with pain
And weigh my heart
Down with a lie
I want to lose myself
Who I am
Through Internal Flames
When the sun loses it’s
place, and strays too far from home,
Trees fall to ash, and embers win.
Red jasper crumbles and blends into
beds of common sand.
Stars fall and puncture the organs
Of the universe that rests
beneath the Earth...
But the moon will always remain
Strong and gleaming.
Come nightfall, she will remind
all creations of nature’s resiliency.
She will send a stream of vetiver
that trickles between mountains
To wash the ash away,
As the sun carefully rises, and
the surviving trees sway slowly
With the mellow breeze,
Life commemorates the ones that
were lost, by protecting the ones that
I will stand with them and with the...